The Rathskeller was slow that chilly evening, so there were no difficulties in finding a place to sit at the bar. Tristan did just that, rubbing his sore hands together as he meandered through the tavern towards the first bar stool he found. The woman behind the counter was a familiar face, and the blacksmith gave her a nod. What was her name…? Ed-something… Edrei? Gods, but he was terrible with names. tristan
I’ll come to thee by the moonlight, though hell should bar the way
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The Old Ways (Open)
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Blacksmith / Mercenary
Age: 35 | Height: 6’ 7” | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 12 - Dext: 8 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 5 - Int:
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