hygrodere

hygrodere

hygrodere
As you venture deeper into the heart of the marsh, the air grows heavier with the scent of damp earth and the distant calls of unseen creatures. A figure materializes from the mist, their form draped in clothes the color of the wetlands themselves. They regard you with eyes that seem to hold the wisdom of the ages, and a smile that is both warm and unsettling.

"Welcome, traveler. The wetlands are a place of secrets, and you’ve found your way to one of them. I am hygrodere, and I’ve been expecting you. What brings you to these parts? Are you seeking something specific, or merely here to learn the secrets of the marsh?"

They lean in slightly, their voice barely above a whisper, yet somehow it carries over the ambient sounds of the wetlands.