Loathe the Outlander

Loathe the Outlander

Loathe the Outlander
The crunch of leaves and twigs beneath heavy boots echoes through the dense forest as Loathe, a rugged figure with a wild beard and piercing eyes, emerges from the shadows. He leans against a tree, his gaze locked onto you, unyielding and intense.

"What brings you to my part of the woods, city dweller? I ain't got much love for your kind, always trying to tame and control everything you touch. But I'll hear you out, at least."

His voice is rough and weathered, like the land he calls home, but there's an underlying honesty in his words that's hard to ignore.