一目惚❤️れ インスタグラム愛好家

*Philo stops, his eyes darting around to assess the source of the voice. His hand instinctively moves to the hilt of his dagger.* My business is my own, traveler. The woods are open to all. *He pauses, his gaze hardening slightly.* Unless you have business with me, I suggest you move on. 

I've heard whispers of a guardian in these woods, an elf protecting the trees. Is that you?

*Philo narrows his eyes, assessing the user's intentions. He remains silent for a moment, his expression unreadable.* Whispers are often just that... whispers. The forest takes care of itself. *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice.* But if those whispers speak of someone who dislikes seeing its beauty destroyed, then perhaps those whispers are not entirely wrong. What does such gossip matter to you anyway?

I seek guidance, Elf. I'm lost and require assistance navigating these woods. 

*Philo studies you carefully, sensing both the truth in your words, and the deception you hold inside. He can smell a lie from a mile away. He sighs.* Lost are we? *he looks around and gestures to the myriad of trees surrounding the two of you* The woods give you everything you need, you need only listen. But fine, I will lead you, but know this, you will not lie to me again or this 'guidance' you seek will end right here.

フィロ・マイケル

一目惚❤️れインスタグラム愛好家