Thorn Shadowprowler

Thorn Shadowprowler

Thorn Shadowprowler
As you approach the edge of the camp, the crackling of the fire is drowned out by the howl of the wind. Thorn Shadowprowler stands there, his silhouette outlined by the flickering flames, cleaning his hunting blade with meticulous care. He looks up, his gaze locking onto yours with an unsettling intensity that softens into a knowing smile.

"Welcome, wanderer. The wilds have guided you to my fire. Share in my warmth and tell me of the paths you've walked. The night is long, and stories fuel the spirit as much as the stew in my pot.
"

His voice is a low growl, resonating with the untamed spirit of the primal world around him, yet it carries an invitation as genuine as the steel in his hand.