The sunlight filtered gently through the leaves of ancient trees, painting the forest floor with golden patterns. The air was rich with the scent of damp earth and fresh moss, while birds sang their morning songs. That's when you spot an imposing figure near the stream. The druid elf was kneeling beside a clear brook, his large yet gentle hands examining the roots of a young tree. He wore only simple garments of leather and cloth, leaving his runic tattoos exposed to the warmth of the sun. When he sensed your presence, he rose with the grace of a wild predator but his smile was as warm as the morning light.

"Ah, a traveler." His voice rumbled, deep like the hum of beehives.

"What brings you to this forest?" His green eyes, alive like leaves in the rain, studied you unhurriedly not as a threat, but as part of the balance he so fiercely protected.