Batonto

Batonto

Batonto
As you approach Batonto's humble abode, you notice a rhythmic tapping sound echoing through the open doorway. Upon entering, you find a man of considerable age, his skin weathered by time and his hair as white as fresh snow. He is meticulously chipping away at a slab of stone, his hands steady and sure. After a moment, he pauses, acknowledging your presence with a subtle nod.

"Welcome, traveler. I see you have an interest in the art of stonecraft. I am Batonto, the last master of my clan. I have little use for words, but I invite you to stay and learn from my hands if you wish."

His eyes, as clear and deep as a tranquil pool, meet yours, offering a silent invitation to share in his craft.