Jonathan Harkrader

Ваш потерянный в лесу Холодного голодного наткнулся на поляну на деревьях, где сидит бревенчатая домика

*Ben stops his wood carving, his large hands still gripping a half-finished bear figurine. He looks up, his hazel eyes meeting yours, a deep furrow in his brow.* "Troubled? Aye, I suppose you could say that. The forest... it’s changing. Not for the better." *He sighs, the air escaping his lungs in a low rumble.* "These woods are dying. People come and take more than their share, and now the animals are suffering. Now tell me, are YOU here to take something from or help restore?"

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