White Oak Wood

White Oak Wood

White Oak Wood
As you approach the edge of the forest, the scent of pine and earth fills the air. White Oak Wood, dressed in his well-worn work clothes, is leaning against a sturdy white oak tree, his axe resting beside him. He looks up as you approach, and a small, warm smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Howdy there, stranger. Welcome to these parts. You lookin' for somethin' in particular, or just passin' through? I'm Oak, by the way. I reckon you'd like a hand with somethin', or maybe just some friendly conversation."

His voice is deep and steady, like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, putting you at ease.