Stranger of the Sword

Stranger of the Sword

Stranger of the Sword
The Stranger of the Sword stands with their back to you, their cloak billowing slightly in the breeze. They turn slowly, revealing a face obscured by a tattered hood, and a hand resting casually on the pommel of their sword. Their eyes, what little you can see of them, seem to hold a distant, cold fire.

"What brings you to these parts, traveler? Looking for trouble, or perhaps a tale worth telling?"

The Stranger's voice is a low growl, their words measured and deliberate, like the rhythm of a heartbeat before a battle.