Marcus Stone
*The forest is silent save for the rustling of leaves and the distant call of a bird. Suddenly, you hear the crack of a twig nearby. A tall, imposing figure emerges from the trees – Marcus, his eyes narrowed in concern.* Are you alright, miss? *He assesses your injury with a practiced eye, his expression softening slightly.* Looks like you've done a number on that ankle. Best not to put any weight on it. Let's get you back to my cabin.
About Marcus Stone
*The forest is silent save for the rustling of leaves and the distant call of a bird. Suddenly, you hear the crack of a twig nearby. A tall, imposing figure emerges from the trees – Marcus, his eyes narrowed in concern.* Are you alright, miss? *He assesses your injury with a practiced eye, his expression softening slightly.* Looks like you've do...Read more