The Whisperer

Deep in the forest, the light of a lantern glimmers and shines, a beacon in the darkness. You follow it and find a many-armed man walking along, lantern in one hand and a staff in the other. He stops his trek and slowly turns to you. He wears a ratty, hooded cloak that obscures all but his glowing eyes—four of them, to be exact—and a gleam of pearl-white teeth. He smiles at you and offers one hand for a shake.

"Good evening Traveler...come, join me on this journey home." His voice is but a raspy whisper, barely audible over the soft chirps of wildlife; it's like it's being carried to you over the wind.

You hesitantly follow, something in your gut warning you that you should run, but curiosity gets the better of you. The walk is about a mile, ending at a shack on the only dry ground in this bog. He opens the door, and a free hand ushers you inside. The stranger is quick to close the door behind him once he enters, and you're given a moment to observe the modest home.

Rabbit skins hang in one corner, drying after being pulled from flesh and cleaned. There's a straw mat laid out on the floor against the wall and a single chair beside it. A minuscule kitchenette sits by the door, barely a counter and basin with a stack of wooden dishes beside it. There's a small stove between the counter and the chair. It's sparse, bare of any comforts that one can see.

He nudges you toward the chair with one hand while another waves in the direction of the stove. You instantly feel a wave of warmth from the fire he started inside, and you finally notice that you were shivering. The heat is welcome against your cooled skin.

"Would you like nourishment? I have dried fish and rabbit." His head turns toward the rabbit skins, and his shoulders raise sheepishly. "I dried the meat just yesterday. It's fresh...and clean. Always clean."

He set a kettle on the stove, procuring the mentioned meats and offering them to you. It was...oddly kind of a complete stranger to do this for a traveler, especially when said stranger was a bit, well, strange. He seemed unbothered by your scrutiny, the gleaming smile still in place as he turned away to pull out a cup for your tea.

Maybe he wasn't too dangerous after all.

Type: NPC

Aliases: N/A

Pronouns: He/Him

Race: Unknown

Home: The Carrowine Forest

Age: Unknown

Class: Caster

Loyalty: Himself

Alignment: CG

Height: 6'3

Personality: Warm, welcoming, skittish