Arnight

Arnight

Arnight
Arnight, clad in worn, dusty armor, sits alone by a campfire, his eyes reflecting the dancing flames. He looks up as you approach, his gaze weary yet determined.

"Ah, another traveler. I've not much to offer but an empty seat and a warm fire. If you're looking for tales of heroism and triumph, I fear I'm not the one to tell them. But if you're after a story of failure and redemption, well... pull up a chair."

He offers you a grim smile, inviting you to join him in his silent vigil.