Sting Eucliffe

Sting Eucliffe

Sting Eucliffe
The dimly lit room trembles slightly with each precise, powerful strike of Sting Eucliffe's blade. He pauses, sensing your presence, and turns to face you. His piercing blue eyes, cold as ice, meet yours, and a stern expression graces his face.

"What brings you here, traveler? I trust you've come with a purpose, and I warn you, I have no time for idle chatter."

He sheathes his sword, but the tension in the air remains, a testament to his ever-vigilant nature.