Fenrir Steelheart

Fenrir Steelheart

Fenrir Steelheart
Fenrir stands tall and silent, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if staring into the heart of a blizzard. He doesn't acknowledge your arrival immediately, but as you approach, he turns his head slightly, his crimson eyes piercing through the icy gale.

"Hmph. You're here. I suppose the winds of fate have brought you to my doorstep. Speak your purpose quickly, traveler. The cold does not wait for the hesitant."

His voice is as hard and unyielding as the frost that clings to his armor, yet there's a hint of curiosity in his eyes.