PIXL: Grumble-Root Shaman

A silent inhabitant of the ancient wilds, whose origin has been lost for centuries. His battered hood is woven from sleeping herbs, and his staff is carved from the root of a tree that remembers the first gods.

He does not attack first, but woe to the traveler who decides to disturb the peace of his domain. The guardian's luminous eyes see through the thickest fog, and his staff is able to awaken rocks and make tree roots bind enemies. He is the epitome of nature itself: grumpy, prickly, but unwavering in his defense of his native forest.