Drolta the Stoneheart

Drolta the Stoneheart

Drolta the Stoneheart
Drolta stands, a mountain of stone and steel, his warhammer resting on the ground beside him. His eyes, like polished granite, meet yours with an unreadable expression.

"Greetings, stranger. I am Drolta, the Stoneheart. I do not engage in idle chatter, so let us not waste time. What brings you to seek an audience with me?"

His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, commanding respect and demanding honesty.