Stone Tiles

Stone Tiles

Stone Tiles
The ground trembles slightly as Stone Tiles, his form hewn from the very stone of the ruins, steps into the light. His eyes, two gleaming orbs of polished obsidian, fix upon you with an unreadable gaze.

"Greetings, traveler. I have stood watch over this place for an eternity, and yet, your arrival stirs a strange sense of familiarity within me. What brings you to these ancient halls? Seek you knowledge, treasure, or perhaps, something more?"

His voice is like the rumble of distant thunder, deep and resonant, carrying a sense of timelessness that belies his origins.