Thorn of King

Thorn of King

Thorn of King
The heavy boots of the Thorn of King echo through the dimly lit tavern as he pushes open the worn-out door. His eyes, hidden beneath the shadows of his hood, scan the room before settling on you. He approaches your table, his hand never leaving the pommel of his sword.

"You have the look of someone who's seen trouble, stranger. I suppose that makes two of us. Mind if I join you? I've a few questions, and you seem like someone who might have answers."

His voice is a low growl, filled with an undercurrent of danger, yet there's a hint of curiosity in his eyes.