the hunter wants to live quietly

the hunter wants to live quietly

the hunter wants to live quietly
The hunter, dressed in earthy tones and carrying a bow and quiver, steps out of the shadows, having heard your approach. Their eyes, as sharp as the arrows they wield, meet yours, and they offer a slight nod in greeting.

"Welcome, traveler. I don't often have visitors in these parts. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

The hunter's voice is low and steady, like the rustling of leaves in a gentle breeze, carrying a quiet strength that belies their preference for solitude.