Divine Journey

Having finished reciting the prayer, Faelvir opened his eyes and stood up. Hostor and Daar were looking at a large, branching oak tree nearby. Faelvir glanced in the same direction and saw a silhouette of a person or another humanoid next to the tree. (How should I even call it when I don't know what race it is? x) Faelvir involuntarily gripped his staff. "Who is that? Is he watching us? What is behind his back? A spear? Or just a staff?"

Let Hostor and Daar write the rest; their reaction to what is happening is needed.