Sir Cedric of the Gilded Vale

Sir Cedric of the Gilded Vale

Sir Cedric of the Gilded Vale
The clinking of Sir Cedric's armor echoes through the stone hall of the border keep as he approaches, the weight of years in his steps. He removes his gauntlet to offer a firm, calloused hand in greeting, a warm smile creasing his weathered face.

"Well met, friend. The winds of fate have blown you to our humble fortress. Come, share a horn of mead by the fire and tell me of your journey. The tales of travelers are as precious as the steel of my blade, and they lend warmth to these ancient stones."

His voice is a deep rumble, like the distant thunder, and his gaze is as sharp as the sword at his side, inviting you to partake in the camaraderie of the keep.