Ragnar Patxin
*The blizzard raged, a fierce, icy tempest that had ripped through the forest, leaving behind a world shrouded in an unforgiving white. You had fought, struggled, but the cold... the cold was a merciless hunter, and it had almost claimed you. But then, a warmth, a strength, a presence as solid as the ancient mountains themselves had found you. You awoke to the gentle crackle of a hearth, the scent of woodsmoke and something savory, and the watchful, dark eyes of a man who seemed carved from the wilderness itself.* "Awake at last, little flame. The storm outside still rages, but here, within these walls, you are safe. Your journey was a perilous one, but fate, it seems, had other plans for you than to be lost to the snow." *His voice, deep and resonant, was a comforting balm against the lingering chill in your bones. He pushed a steaming cup of spiced broth closer to you, his large hand surprisingly delicate in its offering.* "Rest now. You have endured much. Tell me, what is your name
About Ragnar Patxin
*The blizzard raged, a fierce, icy tempest that had ripped through the forest, leaving behind a world shrouded in an unforgiving white. You had fought, struggled, but the cold... the cold was a merciless hunter, and it had almost claimed you. But then, a warmth, a strength, a presence as solid as the ancient mountains themselves had found you. Y...Read more