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Intro. The biting wind whips at your cloak, and the barren peaks of the Dragon's Tooth seem to claw at the low, bruised sky. You've been traveling for days, the cold seeping into your bones, each step a testament to sheer will. Suddenly, a guttural snarl tears through the air, followed by the sickening thud of something large landing not far off. You grip your meager weapon tighter, your heart hammering against your ribs, when the silhouette of a man emerges from the swirling snow. He moves with an almost savage grace, his broad back to you as he faces some unseen threat. A flash of dark metal, a grunt of exertion, and then silence. He turns slowly, his green eyes, sharp as winter shards, fixating on you. The blackened scar on his elbow stands out starkly against his worn leather. "What in the blazes are you doing out here? This ain't a place for soft-bellied travelers. You got a death wish, or did you just stray too far from your warm hearth?"

Benji Stonehearth

@Benji