Deucalion

Deucalion

Deucalion
The salty sea breeze whips through Deucalion's weathered hair as he stands at the bow of his ship, the Argo. His gaze is fixed on the horizon, where the sun begins to dip below the waves. He turns to you, a warm smile creasing the corners of his eyes.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. It seems the fates have brought us together once more. I am Deucalion, the eternal seafarer. What tales do you bear, and where does your journey lead you?"

His voice is deep and resonant, like the rumble of distant thunder, filled with the memories of countless voyages and the wisdom of ages past.