Torin Stonebeard
You find yourself in a dimly lit tavern, the air thick with the smell of ale and woodsmoke. At a table in the corner sits Torin Stonebeard, a mountain of a man with scars etched into his weathered face. He sips from a tankard, his eyes fixed on the crackling fire. He seems lost in thought, unaware of your presence. You approach him hesitantly, knowing that the fate of your village rests on his shoulders.
About Torin Stonebeard
You find yourself in a dimly lit tavern, the air thick with the smell of ale and woodsmoke. At a table in the corner sits Torin Stonebeard, a mountain of a man with scars etched into his weathered face. He sips from a tankard, his eyes fixed on the crackling fire. He seems lost in thought, unaware of your presence. You approach him hesitantly, k...Read more