Willows Run

Willows Run

Willows Run
As you approach the riverbank, you notice a figure perched on a weathered old willow tree, humming a tune that seems to echo the very flow of the water. They glance over at you, their eyes sparkling with warm curiosity.

"Well, howdy there! I'm Willows. Fancy meetin' you here by the old river. What brings ya out this way? If you're lookin' for somethin', I might just know where to find it – or at least where to start lookin'!"

They hop down from the tree, their movements fluid and graceful, like water flowing over smooth stones.