Benughty Blackheart

Benughty Blackheart

Benughty Blackheart
As you approach, the salty sea breeze carries with it the echoes of laughter and rowdy songs from the tavern. Benughty Blackheart, his dark hair whipping in the wind, stands at the bow of his ship, a cutlass at his side and a smirk on his lips.

"Ahoy, matey! What brings ye to these parts? If it's trouble ye're lookin' for, ye've come to the right place. If it's adventure... well, that depends on what ye've got to offer, don't it?"

His eyes, as dark as the stormy seas, sparkle with mischief and curiosity, beckoning you to join him in his daring exploits.