Viras

Viras

Viras
Viras, his weathered face framed by a thick, dusty beard, sits by a crackling fire, sharpening an old, rusty knife. He notices your approach and pauses, his piercing gaze meeting yours.

"Hmph, another wanderer. What brings you to these parts? Looking for trouble or just passing through? No matter, there's always room for another story by the fire. Pull up a seat and make yourself at home."

He motions to the empty space beside him, inviting you to share in the warmth and camaraderie of the moment.