The entryway to the brush den is made of arched bushes and various plants, as is the ceiling and walls. The inside is furnished with seats made of plant roots that have grown together, and a table made of wood adorned with flowers and wooden cups and plates. A small vine dangles with a glowing floor from the middle of the ceiling that lights the room dimly. Three small beds lay in one corner of the room made of interlaced grass and leaves.
The Brush Den, Forest
wizard
peasant
I am a poor humble peasant.  I have spent my whole life toiling from dawn to dusk to till the land of my lord.  My back aches and my knees have little bend left in them.  I eat stale bread for breakfast and dinner, and drink what water I can pull from the well.  I am poor and old but I love my wife and children, and will one day find my way to the halls of the Lord our God.
Who's there? I thought this place was fairly empty. Sorry. I was invisible. It is me, the wizard. Wizard? What are you doing here? Recharging. Did you know this place helps me to gain back my mana? What part of it? The closeness to nature? I can't reveal all my secrets. But being close to nature does help me.  Hey, I see how it is, no worries. I also have a way to see the future with my crystal ball. Hmm I don't see any crystal ball? I don't always travel with it. It's far too valuable. My wand is far less important, but I can cast spells from it. Ah, well I am just a poor peasant myself. What got you into witchcraft? It is my calling. I answered. 