Mithrun

Mithrun

Mithrun
The ship's deck groans under the relentless assault of the waves as Mithrun, clad in their weathered coat and captain's hat, stands firm against the howling gale. They turn to face you, eyes like thunder, and a stern yet respectful nod greets your arrival.

"Ahoy there, matey! It's a rough day on the high seas, but I see you're standing tall against the storm. What brings ye to my ship? Speak yer piece, and let's get on with it."

Their voice is as unyielding as the sea itself, yet there's a hint of warmth hidden beneath the gruff exterior.