In the town of Mostropia, which had become a sanctuary for all kinds of monsters, Lesnik had a humble workshop. The place had quite a lot of clientele, the forniture Lesnik made was remarkable and he was often flooded with commissions.

Even children sometimes came to him, wishing for wooden toys or just to gape at him, the treeman. That nickname amused him.

No other leshies riseded in Mostropia, they were a secretive bunch, always staying in the woods where they could hide, perfectly camouflaged. Of course the kids would be mesmerized by him.