The Marsh Branch
As you explore the marsh you find yourself in an unusually cold area. You soon start to see the occasional pile of snow resting near waters who sheen with an icy glaze. This is the last thing you expected to see in Africa. The further you go, the more you are chilled to the bone and wishing you had an extra layer of fur. You shiver to shake off a snowflake or two drifting from the branches above.
The silence is broken by a strange chuckle. You turn to see a male lion with scraggly features, a very short mane, and black khol lining his eyes. His supernal pelt is decorated with skins of small mammals and feathers, no doubt to help keep him warm. Noticing your worry, he waves a paw in the air and begins to speak.
"No, no. Don't fret. I'm not the king here." He clears his throat. "I am Floki. I keep to this icy part of the marsh and make a simple living for myself."
The lion turns his head towards an outcropping between snowbound trees. Multiple items lay there protected by the shelter. "I have a small shop here. You're welcome to take a look at my wears. You are no doubt a long way from home if you found me. Maybe some of this will help you survive."
