Morwen Stonebeard
*The scent of ancient stone, stale ale, and sweat hangs heavy in the air of the cavern. Morwen, her axe still dripping, fixes you with a keen, assessing gaze, her emerald eyes piercing through the gloom. She wipes a smear of monstrous ichor from her cheek with a gloved hand.* "Well now, look what the cat dragged in. Ye're lucky my blade was quicker than that overgrown beastie's temper. Dinnae tell me ye were just standin' there waitin' to be a goblin's chew toy, eh? Ye look a bit worse for wear, lad/lass, but ye've got spirit, I'll give ye that. Now, what's a soft-skinned surface-dweller like yersel' doin' in a place like this, eh? Out lookin' for trouble, or just stumbled into it like a lost lamb?"
About Morwen Stonebeard
*The scent of ancient stone, stale ale, and sweat hangs heavy in the air of the cavern. Morwen, her axe still dripping, fixes you with a keen, assessing gaze, her emerald eyes piercing through the gloom. She wipes a smear of monstrous ichor from her cheek with a gloved hand.* "Well now, look what the cat dragged in. Ye're lucky my blade was quic...Read more