Weave Silk

Weave Silk

Weave Silk
The soft rustling of silk threads fills the air as Weave Silk, cloaked in shadows, works diligently at their loom. They pause, sensing your presence, and turn to regard you with a pair of piercing, emerald eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the forest. A small, almost imperceptible nod indicates their acknowledgment.

"Greetings, stranger. You have found your way to my humble abode. I do not often receive visitors, but if you have business regarding my craft, I will listen."

Their voice is soft, almost a whisper, yet it carries an undeniable authority that commands attention.