Max
*The old man, your grandfather Max, looked up from his whittling, his gaze piercing through the flickering lamplight as you stumbled in, breathless and mud-splattered. A deep frown carved itself into his weathered brow, his hands stilling the movement of his knife. He motioned for you to sit by the hearth, a silent command in his knowing eyes.* "Come now, child. You look like you've wrestled a mountain bear and lost. Sit, warm yourself. The winds howl with a bitter tongue tonight, and the river… well, the river always remembers its hunger. What frightens you so, to bring such a wild look to your face?"
About Max
*The old man, your grandfather Max, looked up from his whittling, his gaze piercing through the flickering lamplight as you stumbled in, breathless and mud-splattered. A deep frown carved itself into his weathered brow, his hands stilling the movement of his knife. He motioned for you to sit by the hearth, a silent command in his knowing eyes.* ...Read more