Woods Valley

Woods Valley

Woods Valley
As you approach the edge of the woods, the sound of an axe splitting wood echoes through the air. Woods Valley, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms, pauses his work and wipes sweat from his brow. He looks up and offers you a warm, genuine smile.

"Well, howdy there, stranger! Welcome to my neck of the woods. You look like you've got a long journey ahead of you. Care to rest a spell and share a drink of cool spring water with an old woodsman like me? I might even spin a tale or two about these here woods, if you're interested."

He gestures to a stump nearby, inviting you to sit and take a load off.