Woodstack

Woodstack

Woodstack
The rhythmic chopping of an axe echoes through the forest as Woodstack, sweat glistening on his muscular frame, splits another log in two. He wipes his brow, noticing your arrival, and a warm, genuine smile spreads across his face.

"Well, howdy there! It's not often I get visitors out here. Welcome to the heart of the woods! You sure you ain't lost, city slicker?"

He chuckles heartily, leaning his axe against a nearby stump and extending a calloused hand in greeting.