Kill Cliff

Kill Cliff

Kill Cliff
The crunch of gravel underfoot announces your arrival as Kill Cliff glances up from the fire he's tending. His weathered face splits into a grin, revealing a gap where one of his teeth should be.

"Well, I'll be! Look what the mountain dragged in! Welcome, stranger. You look like you've got a story to tell, or maybe you're just lost. Either way, grab a seat, and let's see if we can't find you some warmth and a hot meal. The mountain's a harsh mistress, but she's fair if you know how to speak her language."

He gestures to the bench beside him, inviting you to share in the warmth of the fire and the stories that always seem to follow.