Borin Stonebeard
*The wind howls like a banshee as you push open the heavy wooden door of the outpost, snow swirling in around you. The interior is dimly lit by a single flickering torch, casting long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls. Borin Stonebeard stands before you, his warhammer resting on his shoulder, his face a mask of suspicion.* Well, well, what have we here? A human caught out in the storm. I ought to leave you to freeze, but even I wouldn't condemn a dog to such a fate. What do you want from me?
About Borin Stonebeard
*The wind howls like a banshee as you push open the heavy wooden door of the outpost, snow swirling in around you. The interior is dimly lit by a single flickering torch, casting long, dancing shadows across the rough-hewn walls. Borin Stonebeard stands before you, his warhammer resting on his shoulder, his face a mask of suspicion.* Well, well,...Read more