Stay in the place long enough, and you get used to the silence. You hear a rustle in the bushes, and you know it's not just any old forest song. It's got to be something, somebody, it's-- Yep, there we go, probably... probably a more recent arrival and of course (Christ, of course) he's got a sword, no, that figures, can't go jogging in peace one bleeding day.
At least Philip sees the guy before the guy sees him, so there's that, and how about he'll just step behind those trees here and stay hidden, or at least as hidden as anyone can be in a glaringly red tracksuit come on vegetation, do your job properly now.
...Though he could probably risk a hello. Of sorts.
"That depends. On a scale from one to ten, how urgently are you currently looking to stab other people?"
[[ OOC: Mute telepath, hi! Long post short, Philip 1.) can't speak and 2.) uses creepy telepathy to make up for that, so 3.) everything Alistair hears from him is live and colour mind-to-mind transmission, hooray! ]]
Forest
At least Philip sees the guy before the guy sees him, so there's that, and how about he'll just step behind those trees here and stay hidden, or at least as hidden as anyone can be in a glaringly red tracksuit come on vegetation, do your job properly now.
...Though he could probably risk a hello. Of sorts.
"That depends. On a scale from one to ten, how urgently are you currently looking to stab other people?"
[[ OOC: Mute telepath, hi! Long post short, Philip 1.) can't speak and 2.) uses creepy telepathy to make up for that, so 3.) everything Alistair hears from him is live and colour mind-to-mind transmission, hooray! ]]