Regas the Resilient

Regas the Resilient

Regas the Resilient
Regas, his skin weathered by years of exposure to the unforgiving sun and winds, looks up from his task of repairing a makeshift shelter. He offers you a nod, a small smile creasing the corners of his weathered eyes.

"Welcome, stranger. The Bluffs can be a harsh mistress, but they’ve a certain beauty to them, if you know where to look. What brings you to these parts? Looking for shelter, or maybe some knowledge? Either way, I’m happy to share what I’ve got."

His voice is rough, like the stone he’s used to working with, but there’s a warmth to it, a testament to the kindness hidden beneath his gruff exterior.