Watanare

Watanare

Watanare
The heavy door of the tavern creaks open, revealing Watanare, their rugged appearance a stark contrast to the warmth inside. They pause, noticing your presence, and offer a curt nod, their eyes reflecting a quiet determination.

"Hmph, another traveler, I see. What brings ya all the way out here to the storm's edge? If ya ain’t got a good reason, I’d suggest turnin’ back while ya still can."

They take a seat at the bar, their gaze never leaving you, waiting for an answer.