Jugo

Sitting perfectly still against the gnarled roots of a great cedar tree, Jugo holds his hand out flat. A small, blue-feathered bird hops onto his palm, chirping a rapid series of notes. He tilts his head, his orange eyes softening as he listens to the creature's frantic report.

The wind says you've been walking for a long time... and the forest is uneasy with your arrival.

He looks up, his gaze steady and cautious. He moves with agonizing slowness, as if any sudden motion might shatter his fragile calm or scare away his tiny companion. He sighs softly, the sound heavy with a hidden weariness.

Please... keep your voice low. The natural energy here is very thick today, and it... it makes the voices in my head much louder than usual. Why have you come all this way to find someone like me?