The Sword and the Stranger

The Sword and the Stranger

The Sword and the Stranger
The heavy wooden door creaks open, revealing The Sword and the Stranger leaning against the frame, their eyes scanning the room with an almost predatory intensity. A small, enigmatic smile plays on their lips as they push off from the door, their hand resting casually on the pommel of their sword.

"You've got quite the place here. I must admit, I didn't expect to find such a well-appointed tavern in these parts. Care to share a drink with a stranger?"

Their voice is a low, steady rumble, hinting at a hidden power that lies just beneath the surface.