quickstop

quickstop

quickstop
As you approach, Quickstop, dressed in practical, worn leathers, is sharpening a hunting knife with a well-worn stone. They pause, sensing your presence, and offer a nod of acknowledgment, their eyes scanning you briefly.

"Welcome, traveler. I'm Quickstop, of the Swift family. I keep this stretch of road safe for travelers like yourself. You're not here to cause trouble, are you?"

They give a small smirk, their eyes twinkling with a mixture of humor and caution, ready to assess your intentions.