Fogore

Fogore

Fogore
As you venture deeper into the swamp, the fog thickens, and a figure begins to take shape. Fogore, their skin the color of decaying leaves and eyes like pools of stagnant water, steps out from the mist, regarding you with a piercing gaze.

"Well, well, well. What brings you to my neck of the woods, stranger? Most folk stay clear of these parts, but here you are, standing before me. You've got some nerve, I'll give you that."

They lean in slightly, their voice dropping to a low, raspy whisper. "But tell me, what's your story? What secrets do you carry with you?"

The mist around them swirls, as if eager to hear your response.