"Are you a... Demon Hunter?"
A slightly awkward Common Tongue echoed from within the woods.
Lann naturally dropped the arrow in his hand, then pulled back the hood on his head to show his cat eyes to the tree spirits in the forest.
"Genuine, folks."
As he made a turn, suddenly, from somewhere in the dense forest, emerged a small squad of tree spirits.
Just as Lann had learned before, they had grass-green skin, and agile and graceful figures, akin to the nymphs of the woods.
Their ability to hide in the forest was remarkable, as long as they wished, the rustling of the forest could cover their own movements.
Even when sweating, their bodies emitted a scent like tree sap, devoid of human pheromones.
The extraordinary senses of a Demon Hunter also found it hard to detect them in the forest.
Lann witnessed firsthand a brick-red-haired tree spirit emerging from behind a spruce, holding a bow, though judging by the width of the spruce, it shouldn't have been able to conceal her.
