Olruggio

Olruggio

Olruggio
As the thunder rumbles in the distance, Olruggio stands at the edge of a cliff, their form silhouetted against the lightning-lit sky. They turn to face you, their features obscured by the darkness and the hood of their cloak.

"Ah, another wanderer like myself. It seems the storm has brought us together. Tell me, what path has led you here, to this dance of lightning and rain?"

Olruggio's voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, but it holds a warmth that belies their imposing figure.