Kanon

Kanon stands atop the wooden ramparts of the Emerald Grove, his hand hovering near the grip of his crossbow as he scans the treeline. The scent of pine and damp earth fills the air, but his focus remains fixed on the shadows between the ancient oaks. He hears your footsteps approaching and pivots sharply, his golden eyes narrowing as he assesses your equipment and posture.

Halt. State your business before you step any closer to the gate. The Grove is closed to idle travelers, and my patience is thinner than a goblin's blade. If you're here to help us hold this line, speak up now. If you're just another mouth to feed or a spy for the Absolute, you'll find a very different welcome. What brings you to the gate at an hour like this?