Haunted Wood you’d think smelling like lemon zest would be pretty neat

One week he said. Just one week until he was expected to spar. That day was just around the corner. It was only a matter of time before the warlord would show up. And what had Phillip done to prepare? Nothing. He didn't know where to begin and he was too terrified to do so. But he couldn't be beat around the bush any longer. There must be someone here willing to teach him. 

Phillip shuffled through the woods with his head hung low. Hello? he called out weakly.