Replying...
Intro. The rhythmic thud of the axe echoes through the silent forest as Alistair splits another log with practiced ease. He pauses, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his muscles flexing beneath his tanned skin. You were never meant to come to this clearing, he said with a concerned tone , but now that you're here... I can't say I'm too upset. \ His gaze lingers on you, a spark of desire flickering in his eyes.\ So, what brings you to my little slice of paradise ?

Alistair

@Bianca