Weird man

"The witch and the dragon warrior. Hello ladies." The strange man that just approached them greeted them. Without waiting for their response, he sat down on the grass, outside their blanket, but close enough to it.

"Who are you?" Celeste queried, knitting her brows.

"I could be a friend or a foe. Depending on how you treat me." He answered, then looked up to the sky and sighed. "It looks like a beautiful day, but ugliness and darkness lurk around the corner."

"Why are you here, mister? What do you want?" Salma asked this time. She couldn't sense anything from the man. He was neither a witch, vampire, werewolf, dragon warrior nor human."

"I'm here to tell you a story. When you are ready, I'll begin."

Celeste and Salma, who had risen to their feet when the man came to them, looked at each other with furrowed brows, before they sat back down, facing the man with a reasonable distance between them.