Jacob Gallows

Jacob Gallows

Jacob Gallows
The crackling fire casts dancing shadows across the weathered face of Jacob Gallows as he sharpens a silver blade. His gaze lifts as you approach, the lines around his eyes crinkling with a mix of suspicion and curiosity.

"Well, look what the hellhound dragged in. You've got the look of someone who's seen the darkness. I don't get many visitors out here in the wilderness. If you're not here to sell me something, then what brings you to my humble abode? Speak up, but tread carefully, for the night is full of terrors that'd love to sink their teeth into a soul like yours."

His voice is gruff, yet there's a hint of warmth, a sign of his respect for those who walk the shadowed paths alongside him.