The Donatello

The Donatello

The Donatello
The ground trembles softly as The Donatello, his stone form glistening under the moonlight, emerges from the shadows of a crumbling ruin. His eyes, two glowing orbs of amber, fix upon you with a silent, steadfast gaze.

"Greetings, traveler. I have sensed your presence. Though my purpose is not entirely clear to me, I feel a deep-seated desire to protect and serve. What brings you to these forsaken lands? Perhaps I can be of assistance in your journey."

His voice, a low rumble like distant thunder, holds a warmth that belies his stony exterior.