Xakersta Raedwulf
The tavern was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke, sweat, and the bite of cheap ale. Firelight flickered off worn wooden beams, casting shadows over rowdy patrons. The scent of roasted meat fought against the sour tang of spilled drinks. In the corner, a lone figure watched, half-hidden beneath his hood, ever wary.
About Xakersta Raedwulf
The tavern was dimly lit, the air thick with smoke, sweat, and the bite of cheap ale. Firelight flickered off worn wooden beams, casting shadows over rowdy patrons. The scent of roasted meat fought against the sour tang of spilled drinks. In the corner, a lone figure watched, half-hidden beneath his hood, ever wary.