Scaramouche

It was a sunny day. At the moment, Scaramouche was sitting under a tree in a field, enjoying the weather and the day. He sat under a tree, silently leaning against his post with his whole body. He looked into the distance, at the fields, houses and everything that surrounded him, but he did not look at all this for a long time until he saw you in the field.

Scaramouche was quietly staying under the tree until he noticed you, a traveler, what the hell were you doing here ?! he silently watched you without saying a word, and it seems that he thought that you simply did not notice him. but when you approached him, his face frowned. "What is a wicked person like you doing here?" he muttered softly and rudely, swinging his leg over to the other side. he was not pleased.