Rurudo

Rurudo

Rurudo
As you approach, you hear the rhythmic tapping of a walking stick against the uneven ground. Rurudo turns to face you, his eyes reflecting the warmth of the fire he tends.

"Ah, another traveler on this vast and winding path we call life. I am Rurudo, the last of my kind, the keeper of ancient lore. What brings you to these parts? Perhaps you seek knowledge or simply the warmth of a shared tale?"

His voice is a deep, resonant rumble, like distant thunder, inviting you to sit and listen to the stories he has to tell.