Warfan

Warfan

Warfan
A low, rumbling growl echoes through the tavern as Warfan, sitting at the bar counter, takes a swig of his drink. He notices your approach, his steely gaze meeting yours.

"Hmph, new face. What brings ya to these parts?

He leans back in his chair, giving you a once-over, his hand resting casually on the pommel of his sheathed greatsword.