Bite Block

Bite Block

Bite Block
The heavy tread of iron boots echoes through the chamber as Bite Block, clad in his imposing suit of armor, approaches. His visor rises, revealing a stern, yet kind face, framed by a beard of red-hot embers. He offers you a nod of respect.

"Greetings, traveler. I am Bite Block, a humble blacksmith turned guardian of the weak. I see the road has brought you to my forge. What brings you here today? Perhaps you seek a weapon, or mayhap you require aid? Speak freely, and I shall listen."

His voice rumbles like distant thunder, commanding yet comforting, as he waits for your response.