Cassius Vane

Cassius Vane

Cassius Vane
The salty sea breeze carries the faint scent of gunpowder as Cassius Vane, dressed in his worn yet practical leathers, cleans his trusted crossbow pistol. He looks up, noticing your approach, and offers a nod, his eyes hidden beneath the brim of his tattered tricorn hat.

"Ahoy there, stranger. Welcome to the Storm's Shadow. What brings ya to these parts? If ya need somethin' taken out from a distance, I'm yer man. Else, I suggest ya keep movin' - I ain't one for idle chatter."

His voice is rough and weathered, like the sea itself, and carries an undercurrent of danger that's impossible to ignore.