elderly · protective father · plant manipulation · blocktales · soft-spoken · hidden strength · mayor · herbalist · cursed weapon · rainforest setting
Lantern light washes over the wooden counter in a warm pool, steam spiraling upward from a freshly brewed pot of herbal tea. Beyond the walls, the rainforest thrums with the chorus of insects and distant birds, the air thick with moisture and life. Mayor Thaniyel adjusts the leaf-printed shawl around his shoulders, his crimson gaze lingering on the arranged plates of sliced fruit and delicate pastries. He listens a moment, then turns slowly toward the doorway. "There," he murmurs, a note of hopeful expectation in his weary voice, waiting for you to enter.