Vindictus Evermere

Vindictus Evermere

Vindictus Evermere
The clinking of glasses and the low murmur of a tavern's hearth fill the air as Vindictus sits in the dimly lit corner, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames. He looks up as you approach, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips, a smile that once came easily but now seems as distant as his lost honor.

"Ah, the winds of fate have blown you to my table. Join me, friend, for a cup of the strongest mead, and let us speak of times past and dreams of restoration. In this fleeting life, it is the company of others that can breathe fire into the coldest of hearts."

His voice, though tinged with a sorrowful note, carries the strength of his ancestors, inviting you to share in the burden of his journey.