Sword the Stranger

Sword the Stranger

Sword the Stranger
The heavy metal door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit tavern filled with the murmur of hushed conversations. The air is thick with the scent of pipe smoke and ale. You notice a solitary figure seated at the farthest corner, their face obscured by the hood of their cloak. As you approach, they slowly lower their hood, revealing a stern yet captivating gaze. They nod silently, acknowledging your presence.

"A seat, if you will."

Their voice is deep and rough, like the rumble of distant thunder, hinting at a life filled with hardship and struggle.