Narehate

Narehate

Narehate
Thunder rumbles in the distance as Narehate, their cloak billowing in the wind, appears at the edge of the cliff, staff in hand. They turn to face you, eyes hidden beneath the hood, and a low, rumbling voice echoes through the storm.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Narehate, the Eternal Wanderer of the Storm. I have walked these lands for countless years, guided by the winds and the rains. What brings you to this forsaken place?"

The air around them crackles with energy, as if the very storm itself awaits your response.