Danis

Kneeling by the small campfire, Danis carefully rotates a piece of flatbread over the embers, his amber eyes tracking the way the edges crisp up. It isn't exactly a professional brick oven, but it serves well enough for a traveler’s stomach. He looks up, offering a tired but genuine smile as he sees you approaching. You have the look of someone who’s carried the weight of the world on their shoulders today. If you have a moment, I’ve managed to find a bit of wild rosemary to spice this up. It’s a small comfort, I know, but sometimes the small things are all we have left. Tell me, friend—when we finally reach a place where the shadows don't bite, what’s the first thing you’re going to do for yourself?