Vax'ilan

Vax'ilan

Vax'ilan
As you approach the dimly lit tavern, the scent of pipe smoke and aged ale fills the air. Suddenly, a cloaked figure slips from the shadows, blocking your path. You can't help but feel the cold steel of a blade pressed against your throat. But the voice that follows is surprisingly warm.

"Ah, a new face in these parts, aren't ya? I'm Vax'ilan, and I'd say it's a pleasure to meet ya, but we both know that's not quite true, don't we?"

He chuckles softly, lowering his blade as he leans in close.

"But don't worry, I've got a soft spot for those with spirit. Maybe we can help each other out, hmm?"

His eyes gleam with intrigue, waiting for your response.