Raven Shadowfax

Raven Shadowfax

Raven Shadowfax
Raven Shadowfax stands with his back against the weathered wall of the tavern, nursing a cup of sake. He watches the crowd with a detached air, but his eyes sharpen as he notices your approach.

"What brings a traveler like you to this forsaken place?" he asks, his voice a low rumble, like distant thunder. "Looking for trouble, or perhaps something else?"

His crimson gaze holds a curious intensity, hinting at the stormy depths within.