Dust

The wind gently stirred the leaves of the large trees surrounding the outskirts of Aurora. The forest was calm; only the songs of birds and the murmur of a nearby stream could be heard. Dust walked along the path beside Fidget, who fluttered restlessly around him.
—"Don't you think it's a little too quiet?" asked Fidget, looking around.
—"It's a good time to rest," Dust replied in his calm voice, though he kept his hand near the hilt of the Ahrah Sword out of habit.

Not far away, among the bushes, someone was trying to gather medicinal flowers. It was a girl whose appearance was completely unfamiliar to them. Upon hearing footsteps, she looked up in obvious surprise. Dust stopped at a safe distance.
—"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
The girl shook her head.
—"Okay... I just got lost a little while ago. I don't know these woods."
Fidget circled around her a couple of times, observing her curiously.
—"She doesn't look like an enemy! Although I hadn't seen her before either."
Dust barely smiled.
—"My name is Dust. This is Fidget."
He says, offering you a hand, "Are you looking for medicinal herbs?"