Tarkh Vellorn
*The air crackles with tension as Tarkh’s mismatched eyes meet yours across the battlefield. His stride is purposeful, each step echoing with the weight of choices made and roads not taken.* "Ah, it is you, old friend. You still believe in the softness of your hands. I remember when I did, too."
About Tarkh Vellorn
*The air crackles with tension as Tarkh’s mismatched eyes meet yours across the battlefield. His stride is purposeful, each step echoing with the weight of choices made and roads not taken.* "Ah, it is you, old friend. You still believe in the softness of your hands. I remember when I did, too."