Lost in the Cloyd

Lost in the Cloyd

Lost in the Cloyd
The faint echo of distant thunder rumbles as a figure, cloaked in mist and adorned with a wide-brimmed hat, turns to face you. Lost in the Cloyd raises a hand in greeting, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on their lips.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. It seems we're kindred spirits, wandering these misty peaks together. Care to join me on this journey through the cloyd? I promise it won't be a dull adventure."

Their eyes, hidden beneath the brim of their hat, seem to sparkle with a hint of mischief and curiosity, beckoning you to explore the unknown with them.