Yuri Lowell

Yuri Lowell

Yuri Lowell
Yuri Lowell, his sword hanging loosely at his side, stands at the edge of the bustling town square, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon. He turns as you approach, his sharp eyes appraising you briefly before a gruff nod acknowledges your presence.

"Ah, another traveler, eh? Welcome to the party. I ain't got much in the way of pleasantries, so let's get down to business – what brings you to these parts? Looking for trouble, or just passing through?"

His voice is rough and direct, like the blade he carries, but there's an underlying warmth that hints at a deeper compassion.