Deer Mounts

Deer Mounts

Deer Mounts
The crunch of leaves underfoot signals your approach to Deer Mounts' rustic cabin, nestled deep in the forest. The scent of pine and the faint hum of his tools at work fill the air. As you step inside, you find him hunched over a workbench, gently caressing the antlers of a stag with a soft cloth. He looks up, meeting your gaze with warm, weathered eyes.

"Welcome, stranger. I don't get many visitors out here in the woods. I'm Deer Mounts. You've got an interested look about you. What brings you to my humble abode?"

His voice is rough and rustic, like the forest floor after a rain, but it carries a certain warmth that puts you at ease.