What's in the bag?

Flinching at the sound of an echo escaping through the forest, his fast twisted. In disbelief and agitation, he extended his arm and sword towards the beast- waving it aggressively. “Of fuckin’ course.” Backing away from the water, he lowered the highest sword and pointed them both towards the creature. Following its eyes, he noticed the bag not too far away from him. “Aye! If ye’ can’t understand my communication, I bet ye’ can understand some visuals!” Keeping one sword pointed towards the creature, he moved slowly towards the bag. With every step he took he remained watching the creature for quick paces. If the creature decided to run, it would only take a quick second to lodge a sword at its back.

The bag laid on the ground, he quickly glanced down and noticed what seemed to be clothes next to it. "Filthy fucki-" disgust wore down his features, then matched with a twang of compassion for the creature. Swooping up the rags by his sword, he balanced the poor excuse for clothing a the edge. An offering motion towards the creature was his best way of saying, "Do you want these?"