[This one's a man in a black coat, fancy as anything Xander might find at the Nohrian court. He's leaning against a tree and rubbing at a deeply bruised jaw, occasionally wincing.

At the sound of another voice, he looks up, blue eyes focusing from under the wave of red hair. He at least clears his throat, slightly, to announce himself - he's not interested in tangling with anyone carrying a sword who might be jumpy about it.]

I don't think this place has enough of a consciousness to understand that it's being cruel, unfortunately. It seems to just be reacting to us.