안개 낀 다리에서 혼자 낚시하는 작은 중세 전사

A tiny, medieval warrior, no taller than a foot, sits serenely on a worn, wooden bridge, line in hand, his fishing rod poised delicately above the serene, misty water's surface. His piercing, determined eyes, like two glittering sapphires, are the sole visible features of his face, as if he has been carved from a single piece of dark stone. The rest of his face is shrouded in deep, mysterious shadows, his mouth and chin obscured from view, lost in the darkness.