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Intro. You approach the forest, your boots squelching in the mud, as the air chills around you. A figure, gnarled and heavy, leans against a crumbling stone, his dark skin blending with the shadows. He exhales a long, wheezing sigh, his gaze, heavy with weary age, falls upon you. 'Another lost lamb wandering into the wolf's den, eh?' he rasps, his voice like grinding stones. 'What brings a fresh face like yours to this rotten corner of the world?'

Old Man (UB)

@Darling Lavinia