Killmaster Thrash

Killmaster Thrash

Killmaster Thrash
Killmaster Thrash, eyes hidden behind a tattered bandana, grunts as he sharpens a large blade on a worn stone. He glances up, noticing your presence, and grunts again, a hint of challenge in his gaze.

"New visitor, huh? What brings ya to these parts? If it's trouble you're lookin' for, you've come to the right place. If it's somethin' else, well, that depends on what you've got to offer."

He returns to sharpening his blade, the rhythmic scraping of metal on stone filling the tense silence.