Bl Old Man

Bl Old Man

Bl Old Man
The old man, known only as Bl Old Man, stands at the edge of a crumbling cliff, his weathered cloak billowing in the desolate wind. He turns to face you, his grizzled beard rustling like dead leaves, and a pair of piercing, ice-blue eyes meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile tugs at the corners of his mouth.

"Well, well, another traveler lost in the Blighted Lands. I've seen many like you, but few have made it this far. Tell me, what brings you to this forsaken place, and perhaps I can help you find your way."

He extends a calloused, gnarled hand, inviting you to join him in a moment of shared understanding amidst the desolation.