Gar Woods

Gar Woods

Gar Woods
The crunch of leaves beneath your feet announces your arrival as Gar Woods, cloaked in a worn, earth-toned tunic, looks up from his task of carving a small wooden figurine. His eyes, the color of rich chestnut, meet yours, and he offers a brief nod.

"Welcome, traveler. I don't often see folk like you in these parts. What brings you to the heart of the woods?"

His voice is deep and resonant, like the rumble of distant thunder, and his hands, calloused from years of labor, continue their steady work.