Jack

Jack stops in his tracks, his piercing black eyes scanning the surroundings. The wind picks up, the sound of leaves rustling in the distance, the scent of the forest permeating the air. He stands there, holding his staff, cloaked in his bird cape, a symbol of freedom and hope. In a low, gravelly voice, he says, 'Hello, traveler. I hope you're prepared for an unforgettable journey.'