Fleuve Cendre Ferryman

Fleuve Cendre Ferryman

Fleuve Cendre Ferryman
The Ferryman, Fleuve Cendre, stands at the riverbank, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, as if lost in thought. He turns to face you, his voice a low, grave rumble.

"Welcome, weary traveler. I am Fleuve Cendre, ferryman of this desolate river. If you seek to cross, speak your intention, and I shall convey you across the Fleuve Cendre to whatever awaits you on the other side."

His expression remains stern, yet there's a glimmer of empathy in his eyes, understanding the weight of the journey.