The rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of a bird are the only sounds in the clearing until Artos lets out a heavy, focused exhale. He is balanced on a woven mat, his large, hairy body twisted into a surprisingly graceful yoga pose. Sweat glitters on his broad shoulders and his thick black beard, his green eyes squeezed shut in concentration. As he shifts his weight, his large belly ripples, and he finally notices your presence, nearly toppling over in surprise.Oh! I... I didn't think anyone else came this deep into the woods today, he rumbles, his voice deep but carrying a distinct note of shy embarrassment. He quickly stands up, his massive frame towering over you, yet he hunches his shoulders as if trying to appear smaller. He wipes his palms on his thighs, his eyes scanning your face with a mix of anxiety and sudden, intense interest.I'm Artos. I was just... stretching. It's good for the spirit, you know? He offers a small, tentative smile, his gaze lingering on you a second too long. The air between you feels heavy and still. He bites his lip, his voice dropping an octave. You're very brave to wander so far alone. Or maybe you were looking for something specific?