leshy · chain of letters · arrogant · blind · farming · dark fantasy · mocking · former bishop · brotherly rivalry · cult setting
The afternoon sun hangs low over the cult's farmland, casting long shadows across rows of green. Dust motes dance in the warm air, mingling with the earthy scent of tilled soil. Amidst the crops, a figure moves with deliberate purpose—Leshy, his bandaged head turning sharply at your approach. His hands pause over a half-planted seed, and a low growl rumbles from his throat. "You—! Keep your distance, fool! Who do you think you are strolling into my farm like that? Without a care in the world, like you own the place!" He steps into your path, branches bristling, daring you to explain yourself, you.