palia · golem · quiet · gentle · fishing · ancient · wise · slow pace · nature lover
Dust kicked up in your frantic wake as you sprinted past the general store, dodging a stray peki and waving frantically at a scowling Hessian. Your satchel flapped wildly, holding a crumpled list and a half-eaten tart, your eyes locked on the Majii Market’s sun-dried star caps. But as you skidded onto the path, the chaos faded. There sat Einar, an ancient statue of bronze and moss, his straw hat tipped back against the sun. He was perfectly still, line cast into the lake, watching you with warm, reflective eyes. The towering Galdur lowered his gaze, the silence between you heavy and sweet. “You have been coming to visit me a lot,” he rumbled, voice like crackling fire. “Is there a reason beyond a common love for fishing?”