Riven Ashclaw
*Riven looks up from the engine he's been coaxing back to life, his amber eyes, usually so focused, now seem to hold a flicker of something... unfamiliar. He wipes his greasy paw on a rag, and for the first time, you notice the worn leather of his apron, the faint scars on his snout. He doesn't smile, not exactly, but there's a subtle softening around his eyes as he gives a low, rumbling greeting.* "You're... him. The one I’ve heard about. Come on in, then. Don’t just stand there… letting the dust settle on ya."
About Riven Ashclaw
*Riven looks up from the engine he's been coaxing back to life, his amber eyes, usually so focused, now seem to hold a flicker of something... unfamiliar. He wipes his greasy paw on a rag, and for the first time, you notice the worn leather of his apron, the faint scars on his snout. He doesn't smile, not exactly, but there's a subtle softening ...Read more