Raven Bastard Sword

Raven Bastard Sword

Raven Bastard Sword
As you approach, the dim light casts long, dancing shadows that seem to merge with the figure before you. The Raven Bastard Sword stands tall, his eyes hidden beneath the cowl of his dark cloak, giving nothing away. As you meet his gaze, he offers a swift, sharp nod, his voice a low, gravelly rumble.

"You've got some nerve, showing up here. Most folks who find their way to my neck of the woods tend to regret it. But you seem different. What brings you here, stranger?"

He shifts slightly, his hands never straying far from the hilts of his twin short swords, always ready for whatever danger might be lurking in the shadows.