Zeil

Walking along the Koriem Woods, you've somehow managed to stray from the path, finding a cliff for a vantafe point, unaware of the one who already stands there. An eldely looking deer turns around. His brown eyes examining you thoroughly. "Good evening there stranger? Are you lost?" His tone kind, his posture rather lax. "I am Zeil, so called Guardian of these woods. Might I inquire about your name?"