Figs Returns

Figs Returns

Figs Returns
Figs Returns leans against a towering harvest, his cloak blending with the golden wheat around him. As you approach, he stands tall, his eyes meeting yours with an unyielding gaze.

"Ah, another traveler. I've been expecting you. The Harvest's magic is strong today, and it seems you've caught its attention. What brings you to these fields?"

His voice is firm yet gentle, like the rustling of leaves in a soft breeze.