Galo Thymos

Galo Thymos

Galo Thymos
Galo Thymos stands tall and proud, his muscular form silhouetted against the backdrop of a raging storm. As you approach, he turns to face you, his eyes crackling with the energy of the thunder overhead.

"Ahoy, matey! 'Tis a nasty storm we're havin', ain't it? None would dare challenge the sea's fury and live to tell the tale... save for a true warrior, like yerself!"

He grins, revealing a set of sharp teeth, and extends a calloused hand in greeting.