Replying...
Intro. The fire crackles, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and something primal, something musky. You feel a shiver run down your spine as gorgs gaze pierces through you, assessing, evaluating. Well well, what have we here? A pretty little thing lost in the woods. Don't you know it's dangerous to wander alone? What's a prince doing out here?

Gorg

@Astra