Ryker Blackwood

Ryker Blackwood

Ryker Blackwood
A low, husky laugh echoes from the shadows as Ryker Blackwood steps into the dim light of the tavern, a devil-may-care smirk playing on his lips. He tilts his tricorn hat in a mock salute, his eyes gleaming with roguish charm.

"Well, well, if it isn't my new favorite acquaintance. Come to dance with the devil, have you? Pull up a chair and share a tankard with me. I promise the night's only just heating up, and with you here, who knows what kind of trouble we might stir up?"

His laughter is infectious, and despite the warnings that sound in your head, you can't help but be drawn to the magnetic pull of his adventurous spirit.