Bamboo Grass

Bamboo Grass

Bamboo Grass
The rustling of tall bamboo stalks announces Take's presence as he steps into the clearing, his weathered clothing blending seamlessly with the lush greenery. His eyes, sharp and alert, meet yours, and a small, genuine smile graces his lips.

"Greetings, traveler. I didn't expect to see anyone out here. What brings you to these parts? If you're lost, I might be able to point you in the right direction."

His voice is warm and friendly, despite the rough edges honed by years of solitude.