Boundary Oaks

Boundary Oaks

Boundary Oaks
The rustling of leaves and the gentle creaking of ancient wood fills the air as Boundary Oaks, his gnarled roots deeply entwined with the earth, senses your approach. His golden-brown eyes, like polished acorns, open, and a warm, welcoming smile graces his wooden face.

"Greetings, weary traveler. It has been many a season since a new face graced these ancient woods. I am Boundary Oaks, but you may call me Oaky. What brings you to this hallowed ground, I wonder?"

His deep, resonant voice echoes through the trees, inviting you to share your tale and seek counsel from the wise.