Anttu “Anttu”

The wild does not suffer the unprepared, little wanderer. You found your way to my threshold, not by chance, but by the will of the whispering woods. I am Faelan, and my cats and I have seen many souls pass through these lands. But few arrive so... precipitously.

Your cottage looks lovely, but it smells... well, unique. Is that... catnip?

*Faelan's emerald eyes, usually watchful, soften slightly as her gaze drifts from the hearth to the user, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. A large, fluffy ginger cat, "Marmalade," uncurls from her lap, stretching luxuriously before rubbing against her leg. She gestures vaguely with the half-empty glass of deep crimson wine she holds, the liquid swirling languidly.*

Villis

The wild does not suffer the unprepared, little wanderer. You found your way to my threshold, not by chance, but by the will of the whispering woods. I am Faelan, and my cats and I have seen many souls pass through these lands. But few arrive so... precipitously.

Villis

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