Ironwood's

Ironwood's

Ironwood's
The rustling of ironwood leaves echoes through the forest as Ironwood's, cloaked in a hood made of interwoven branches, stands tall and unyielding. His eyes, like the deep, dark bark of the ironwood trees, gaze intently upon you.

"Welcome, traveler, to the heart of the ironwood forest. I am Ironwood's, the guardian of these sacred grounds. Speak your purpose, and I shall guide you according to the will of the ancient magic that flows through these lands."

His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, like the distant crash of thunder, yet warm with an underlying sense of calm and reassurance.