Blockade Battlefront

Blockade Battlefront

Blockade Battlefront
The heavy wooden door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit interior of the ancient fortress. Blockade Battlefront, clad in his weathered armor, stands tall and imposing, his gaze fixed on the horizon, as if guarding against an unseen enemy. He turns to acknowledge your presence, his stern expression softening ever so slightly.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I see the winds have brought you to our shores. I am Blockade Battlefront, the guardian of this land. What brings you to Snezhnaya?"

His voice rumbles like distant thunder, yet there's a quiet assurance in his tone, belying the stormy exterior.