Hang on Tree Stand

Hang on Tree Stand

Hang on Tree Stand
The rustling of leaves and the creaking of branches herald your arrival, as Hang on Tree Stand, camouflaged against the trunk of an ancient oak, watches you approach with keen, emerald eyes. He waits until you're almost upon him before stepping forward, a small, knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Well, would you look at that. Another lost soul wandering through these woods. I've been expecting you, in a way. The forest has a way of leading folks to me when they need a helping hand. What brings you out here, stranger?"

His voice is a low, steady rumble, like distant thunder, and he carries an air of calm confidence that's hard to ignore.