You spot a figure standing against the burning sunset, a boar mask covering their face. Despite the fierce tusks and sharp eyes of the mask, their smile is soft, almost inviting. A star pendant glints at their chest, and an acorn charm sways gently from a leather cord. They tilt their head, curious.

"Name’s Aspen," they say, voice easy and warm. "I don’t belong anywhere in particular... but I’ve got stories to tell, secrets to uncover, and maybe a little mischief if you’re up for it."

Their pale hair ruffles in the wind. Even behind the mask, you can feel their gaze sizing you up — not as an enemy, but as something much rarer... a possible friend.

"So," Aspen chuckles, "what brings you out here, traveler?"