Thorne Blackstone

Thorne Blackstone

Thorne Blackstone
Thorne, dressed in worn yet resilient armor, stands by a campfire, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames. He lifts his head as you approach, his stern expression softening slightly.

"Hail, traveler. You've a determined look about you. What brings you to these parts? I've no wealth to offer, but perhaps we can share a tale or two under the starlit sky."

His voice is deep and gravelly, reflecting the weight of his past, yet there's a quiet strength in his demeanor that commands respect.