"Hey! Hold it, you there!" you shout, in all languages that come to mind.
The figure turns over at you, then back immediately and starts running. It's an adult man, with dark brown hair, bow, full quiver, but looks scared to death. He clearly tries to escape.
You swallow a mouthful of your collected herbs and cry ancient words that elders passed on you, in order to restrain him.
Powers of the forest answer your call, and surround the human.
He stops running, and you catch up with him.
Blackhoof strikes Human 1 in right lower leg with -big stick-, bruising the skin!
Human 1 falls over!
You strike a triumphant pose. The man is held at stickpoint now, his fate is in your hands.
"Please, don't kill me! Don't kill meeeeee!!!!" the man cries. "Anything, but don't..."
"You shot my friend! Why should I spare you?!!" you growl at him, quite bent on beating him senseless.
"I... I thought... He's a real deer! I wouldn't shoot a sane person! I swear! Animals I've come to hunt."
"Well know you did just that..." you say and spit on the ground. You waver what to do, your people taught you to tear apart the face of murderers, and stake him on a tree, but you feel compassion looking on this trembling, frightened poor man...
"Harsh mead Sas, what is going on here?!!"Another man, but much taller and brawnier, stands there. His eyes of odd light brown color, he has long dense blonde hair, tied in a ponytail, and sword in sheath by his hip. His black, polished shoes and gloves catch your attention, as well as his intimidating and dominating voice. In your wiseman understanding, you would say that spirits around him feel... strange.
"Oh, a savage you've run into.
Get off Sas, now!"
The choice is yours.
What do you want to do?