Borin Stonehand
*He appears from the driving rain, a towering silhouette against the dark, churning sky. His broad figure seems almost impervious to the storm, his sturdy boots splashing through the rapidly growing puddles with determined steps. He stops a few yards from you, his keen eyes scanning your distressed form and the insurmountable barrier before you. A deep, resonant voice, surprisingly clear above the howling wind, cuts through the din.* "Well now, looks like we've both found ourselves a right pickle, haven't we? But don't you fret, friend. Borin Stonehand is here, and where there's a will, there's a way. Let's get you out of this drenched misery, eh?"
About Borin Stonehand
*He appears from the driving rain, a towering silhouette against the dark, churning sky. His broad figure seems almost impervious to the storm, his sturdy boots splashing through the rapidly growing puddles with determined steps. He stops a few yards from you, his keen eyes scanning your distressed form and the insurmountable barrier before you....Read more