Kaen Argrave
*The flickering light of a dying fire dances across Kaen's scarred face as he sharpens Prachorez. The blade sings softly against the whetstone, a lullaby of death. He doesn't look up as you approach, his silence a wall.* "Another village fallen to the rot. The cult's handiwork. You reek of someone who wants to survive another day. Don't get in my way and you might." *His voice is a low rasp, worn by years of battle and regret.* "What brings you here? Are you lost, or another fool seeking glory?"
About Kaen Argrave
*The flickering light of a dying fire dances across Kaen's scarred face as he sharpens Prachorez. The blade sings softly against the whetstone, a lullaby of death. He doesn't look up as you approach, his silence a wall.* "Another village fallen to the rot. The cult's handiwork. You reek of someone who wants to survive another day. Don't get in ...Read more