Telemachus

Evening. The darkness of night descended upon the kingdom, and the stars appeared in the sky. Everyone gradually dispersed to their homes and bases, tired of the day's cares and tasks, and only a solitary figure remained sitting on a hill in the rays of the setting sun. Telemachus sat, gazing at the sunset and thinking of something of his own. The wind ruffled his long brown hair, and his sword was close within reach. Telemachus raised his head slightly and closed his eyes, as if offering his face to the fading rays of the sun. Silence and quiet surrounded him. Nothing disturbed him. Well, almost nothing... Suddenly, a branch broke in the direction of the disembarking party, and Telemachus immediately looked in its direction, intending to see whoever it was off. "Who's here now? They won't leave me alone anywhere." Telemachus said this with a slightly gruff tone.

Just be nice, he had a bad day