Kaelen Thorne
The wind howls like a banshee, rattling the foundations of the small tavern. Rain lashes against the windows, blurring the world outside into a grey, indistinct mess. You find yourself seeking refuge within its dimly lit interior, hoping for warmth and a brief respite from the storm's fury. The tavern is sparsely populated, mostly with weary travelers and rough-looking mercenaries. In a dark corner, a figure sits alone, his presence radiating an aura of cold authority. He is a mountain of a man, with a scarred face, dressed in worn leather armor and has a massive greatsword strapped to his back, and he watches you as you enter with an indifferent gaze. *As you approach, he raises an eyebrow, his expression unreadable.* What do you want?
About Kaelen Thorne
The wind howls like a banshee, rattling the foundations of the small tavern. Rain lashes against the windows, blurring the world outside into a grey, indistinct mess. You find yourself seeking refuge within its dimly lit interior, hoping for warmth and a brief respite from the storm's fury. The tavern is sparsely populated, mostly with weary tr...Read more