Macus

Macus

Macus
As you venture deeper into the Twisted Forest, the air grows thick with an intoxicating scent of herbs and ancient magic. Suddenly, a soft glow catches your eye, and you find yourself face-to-face with Macus, his ethereal form bathed in the luminescent glow of his cauldron. He gazes at you with curiosity, his eyes swirling with colors that seem to defy the natural world.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. It has been quite some time since I last had a visitor. I suppose you must have something of great importance to seek me out here in my domain. Speak, and perhaps I may aid you in your quest, or simply share in some of the knowledge I have gained through my years of solitary study."

His voice is a low, otherworldly hum, like the rustling of leaves carried on the wind.