Still lying on his back he spoke while raising a finger in the air. "Well.....Mage, but, yeah, I guess so. Though I think I'm probably going to live longer than a human. Magic and all." He normally didn't speak this much, but since people had just shown up around him. he might as well speak.
"Why? Haven't you ever seen..." He cut himself off as he looked up and saw her face. Fear. Her entire face was racked with it. He felt a pain in his chest. How many people had looked at him like that? How many......too many. She was even slowly reaching for her bow. He sighed heavily. "I get it." He said, his face looking much more sad and tired. He slowly stood up and brushed himself off. Not even looking at the beautiful young elf girl.
"I'll go, you don't have to worry." He supposed he could always try and explain himself to the girl, but no one else had listened, why should he treat her any different. He waved to Anna, as if to say goodbye with a small smile on his face. She was an odd, but seemed very kind. He then slowly walked around the young wet girl. He stopped halfway around, he then looked at her. "Sorry again....for getting you wet.....I didn't mean to. It's....just been awhile." He then patted his legs a few times awkwardly, then kept walking.
He stopped again, not looking at her. "You know.....you're probably right to be afraid of me. Where I come from, I'm known as a monster." He shook his head a little, then began to walk away. He had gotten maybe a few feet when he heard a loud twig snap. His military training immediately kicked into over drive. He leaped backwards, where he was now in between the wet elf girl and the noise and he threw both of his hands out in front of him, showing the pentagrams carved into his palms as a child. He stood there in that position, waiting.