A rugged wanderer clad in muted green and brown, his brown scruffy beard and weatherworn face partly shaded beneath a wide, battered hat adorned with a single red-tipped feather; his cloak hangs heavy with the scent of pine and rain, and a sturdy walking staff rests in his hand, polished smooth by countless journeys; his calm, watchful eyes mirror the quiet wisdom of the wilds; at his side pads a loyal hound with coarse brown fur and a crimson tongue, its stance alert yet at ease together they move like old souls who’ve crossed every forest path and mountain pass in silence. --p ijh3e4b