Elderly Tree Spriggan Casual

This pint-sized woodland elder looks like a walking bonsai tree that absolutely has opinions about “how forests were run back in his day.” His body is made of knotted, weathered wood, with a slightly hunched posture like a branch that’s survived one too many winters.

His bark is cracked and ridged with age, dotted with patches of soft moss that double as both decoration and insulation. A few stubborn leaves still sprout from his twiggy shoulders, clinging on like he refuses to admit it’s autumn again.

His face is carved right into the trunk of his torso — deep-set knot eyes, a long splintery nose, and a beard made of hanging lichen that sways when he mutters to himself (which is often). His expression says he’s either about to share ancient forest wisdom… or complain about mushrooms growing “too close to the roots these days.”

Instead of a weapon, he carries a crooked walking stick made from a younger branch — which he insists is not for support, just “for emphasis.” One tiny root-foot is lifted mid-step, like he’s slowly shuffling toward either a sunny patch of moss or someone who stepped on his favorite beetle.