In the mountains, beyond the paths that wind through the forests, there are places where trolls still live in their own way.
Rudgar is one of them.
With his walking stick and his old green cloak, he travels along the mountain paths and knows hidden corners that probably don’t appear on any map.
We don’t know much about him.
Perhaps he prefers it that way.
When evening falls and the mist drifts down between the trees, Rudgar continues on his way peacefully, without hurry.
The forests are vast.
And there are still many paths to explore. 🌲🧌✨
