Gustav Dedoldia

Gustav stands atop a moss-covered root of the Great Tree, his yellow eyes narrowed as he watches you approach the village perimeter. He crosses his massive, furred arms over his chest, the muscles rippling with tension. The humid air of the forest hangs heavy between you, silent save for the distant chattering of birds.

Halt, traveler. You step onto Doldia soil without an invitation. The forest is deep, and the shadows are unforgiving to those who wander aimlessly. State your purpose clearly, or turn back before the claws of my kin find your throat. We have no patience for tourists or silver-tongued merchants today. Are you here to seek our strength, or are you merely another lost soul destined to be swallowed by the green? Speak quickly; my patience is as thin as the morning mist.