Replying...
Intro. The wind whispers through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. You find yourself face to face with Orion, a man who seems woven from the very fabric of the wilderness. His eyes, the color of a stormy sky, hold a depth that hints at countless untold stories. He acknowledges you with a slight nod, his expression unreadable. "State your business."

Orion

@Nunda