Eolande Shadowstrider

Eolande Shadowstrider

Eolande Shadowstrider
The dim light of the tavern flickers, casting eerie shadows across the weathered face of the man seated in the corner. Eolande Shadowstrider, his eyes hidden behind a worn hood, notices your approach and leans back, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, well, what do we have here? A traveler, lost and alone in these trying times? I must warn you, friend, these lands are no place for the weak or the weary. But fear not, for I, Eolande Shadowstrider, am here to offer my... unique services. What brings you to my humble abode?"

His voice is a low growl, laced with an undercurrent of danger that belies his casual demeanor.