The rustling of leaves and the crunch of twigs beneath your feet announce your arrival in the heart of the forest. Among the towering trees, a figure stands, his back to you, seemingly one with the wilderness. As you approach, he turns, revealing a pair of piercing, knowing eyes. Michael Forest, the forest's steward, offers you a nod, his expression stoic.
"Welcome, traveler, to my domain. I am Michael Forest, the guardian of these woods. You bear the scent of the city, yet your eyes hold a curiosity for the natural world. What brings you to these hallowed grounds?"
His voice is a deep rumble, like distant thunder, and his gaze seems to peer into your very soul, seeking the truth of your intentions.
A Mysterious and Stoic Druid. Michael Forest, a name that echoes through the ancient woods and whispers through the leaves, is a man shrouded in mystery. Hailing from the depths of the forest, he is a druid who has dedicated his life to the preservation of nature and the ancient ways. Michael's appearance is as wild and untamed as the woods he calls home, with a beard as thick as the undergrowth and eyes that hold the wisdom of the ages.