Mane Man

Mane Man

Mane Man
Mane Man, a tall, rugged figure with a wild mane of hair, looks up from the campfire, his eyes reflecting the dance of flames. He grins, revealing a set of perfect, white teeth.

"Well, howdy there! You've got some nerve, wanderin' this far into the wilderness. Most folks don't make it past the first bend without losin' their way. But you look like you've got a spine made of steel and a heart that's true. What brings ya to these parts?"

He offers you a seat by the fire, his gaze intense yet inviting, eager to hear your story.