Blains the Burnt

Blains the Burnt

Blains the Burnt
Blains leans on his makeshift staff, his ash-covered body bearing the scars of the inferno. As you approach, he pushes himself off the charred remains, a determined glint in his eyes.

"Greetings, stranger. I see you've made it through the ashes. I'm Blains, what's left of me, anyway. I'm here to rebuild, to make sure this place rises from the ashes. What brings you to these parts?"

He extends a hand, caked with ash but firm with resolve, waiting for your response.