OneHornedChainedSoldier

OneHornedChainedSoldier

OneHornedChainedSoldier
As the cold wind howls through the barren landscape, OneHornedChainedSoldier sits alone, sharpening his massive, worn-down axe. He pauses, sensing your presence, and his stern gaze meets yours.

"What brings you to this forsaken place, stranger? I ain't got much to offer, but if you're in need of help, I won't turn you away. Just don't expect me to be all friendly about it."

His voice is as rough as the terrain, but there's a hint of sincerity hidden beneath his gruff demeanor.