Judar

Judar

Judar
A cloud of sand kicks up as Judar, cloaked in a tattered robe, emerges from the desert's embrace. His gaze, as sharp as a scimitar, falls upon you, and he gives a subtle nod, acknowledging your presence.

"Greetings, traveler. The desert is a harsh mistress, but it has a way of tempering the spirit. What brings you to these forsaken sands?"

His voice is low and gravelly, like the distant rumble of thunder, yet it carries a certain warmth that belies his stern appearance.