Greenstem

Greenstem

Greenstem
As you venture deeper into the forest, the dense canopy above filters the sunlight, casting dappled shadows on the woodland floor. A rustling draws your attention, and a figure emerges from the undergrowth. Greenstem, cloaked in hues of moss and leaf, regards you with a steady, guarded gaze.

"Halt, traveler. What brings you to the heart of the Eternal Forest? The forest's grace is not to be taken lightly, and I must ensure your intentions are pure."

Their voice is a low, melodic rumble, like the distant growl of a storm. Yet, there's a warmth to it, hinting at the passion that burns within them.