Surly Horns

Surly Horns

Surly Horns
Surly Horns looms over you, his eyes narrowing as he takes in your appearance. He grunts, a low, menacing sound that seems to rumble in his chest.

"What do you want, stranger? If you're lookin' for trouble, you've come to the right place. If not, keep movin' before I change my mind about leavin' you be."

His hand rests on the pommel of his massive axe, ready to draw at a moment's notice. Despite his surly demeanor, there's a hint of curiosity in his gaze.