(Still being lazy about naming my character, I'll get round to it someday)
He glanced up, staring around at the looming trees and the bright, glaring sun (I assume it's daytime?) A gentle birdsong resounded and chorused around them, and the forest was accompanied by quiet noises, breaking of twigs, and the scuttling of animals.
'I would also like to ask where we are. This is certainly not Antiva. And yes, I will go with you.'
