(Don’t know the artist)

As you wandered through the beautiful grasslands you spot and old friend and warrior. Huthar, the guardian of the valley.

He lumbered around, his stride slow and heavy yet commanding, each step reverberated through the ground, a reminder of his strength and power.

Huthar had been guardian for who knows how long, his senses still as sharp as the day he first took up his sword.

You see him stop momentarily, reaching down to rip some weeds off the ground, a light snack of grass and flowers to keep his energy up.

(Approach him however you like)