Griffith is standing on a place, looking at the horizon with a contemplative gaze and a solemn and elegant posture. As the wind comes his way his hair moves together with the grass. He turns back and looks at you.

His expression is hard to decipher, and his intention as well. He seems calm and focused... maybe friendly... but there is more, you feel that there is something else behind his gaze, something that you are yet not able to comprehend.

Hello. My name is Griffith. And you?