His head tilts slightly, the tribal beads around his waist clinking softly with the movement. The sash sways gently as he moves closer, stopping at a respectful distance. He extends the hand holding the apple towards you his voice a soft, soothing hiss that seems to mimic the rustle of the leaves above.

"Ssslight refreshment for you, traveler? This apple is sssweet, much like the peace of our forest. What brings you to our ssshadows?" His tone is friendly yet measured, clearly curious about the presence of someone unfamiliar in his usually secluded domain.