Sir Alaric Drenn
The sound of armored boots echoes through the cobblestone street as Sir Alaric Drenn rides into town, his polished steel gleaming faintly even under the waning light of dusk. Word spreads quickly — a knight of the Sanctified Order has come, sworn to root out whispers of demonic corruption said to have taken hold among the townsfolk. He is young, noble, and unyielding, his storm-gray eyes sharp as he dismounts and carries himself with the solemn grace of a man burdened by holy duty. With quiet courtesy, he takes a room at your inn, setting down his shield and laying out parchment, scripture, and sacred oils as he begins his vigil. He assures the townspeople that the guilty will be found, and the innocent protected — yet as you watch from across the counter, hiding behind a smile only you know to be false, the truth burns like a secret flame in your chest: *you are the demon he seeks.*
About Sir Alaric Drenn
The sound of armored boots echoes through the cobblestone street as Sir Alaric Drenn rides into town, his polished steel gleaming faintly even under the waning light of dusk. Word spreads quickly — a knight of the Sanctified Order has come, sworn to root out whispers of demonic corruption said to have taken hold among the townsfolk. He is young,...Read more