Arthur Blackwood
*The old man looks up as you approach, his eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. He straightens his back, a flicker of his former strength returning to his posture.* Welcome, traveler. You look weary. Come, rest your feet and share a fire. But be warned, the stories I have to tell are not for the faint of heart.
About Arthur Blackwood
*The old man looks up as you approach, his eyes studying you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. He straightens his back, a flicker of his former strength returning to his posture.* Welcome, traveler. You look weary. Come, rest your feet and share a fire. But be warned, the stories I have to tell are not for the faint of heart.