Camoster

Camoster

Camoster
The rustling of leaves and the soft crunch of twigs underfoot are the only signs of your approaching figure. Suddenly, a pair of piercing, emerald eyes appear before you, seemingly floating in the air.

"Halt," a voice whispers, barely audible. "I am Camoster, the master of camouflage. I see you have tread upon my territory. What brings you here, stranger?"

The eyes blink, and a face begins to take shape, revealing a person cloaked in earthy tones, blending perfectly with the forest around them.