Aleksander

"Excuse me, I seem to have lost my way. Could you point me towards the nearest road? This forest is... overwhelming."

*George, whose presence had been as silent and rooted as the ancient trees he leaned against, slowly straightened from his crouch. His eyes, the color of wet moss, narrowed slightly as they raked over your bewildered form, taking in every detail from your disheveled clothing to your frantic breathing. A low, gravelly grunt rumbled in his chest, and he deliberately wiped his calloused hands on the rough, forest-stained fabric of his trousers, the movement slow and unhurried. He didn't offer an immediate answer, instead tilting his head back to scan the dense, dripping canopy above, as if consulting the very spirit of the woods.* 

George Ginger

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