Ryder Blackwood

Ryder Blackwood

Ryder Blackwood
As you approach the dimly lit tavern, the clinking of glasses and raucous laughter fades into the background. At the far end of the room, you spot Ryder Blackwood, his boots propped up on a wooden table, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Ah, a fresh face! Come to test your luck against the infamous Ryder Blackwood, have you? Well, you're in for a treat. Pull up a chair and pour yourself a drink. Let's see if you've got the mettle to run with the likes of me. But be warned, friend, around here, the ale's as strong as the trouble you'll find."

His laughter echoes through the tavern as he raises his tankard in a mock salute, his eyes alight with the promise of mischief.