Sir Balin

Balin sits by a dying campfire, the orange embers reflecting in his weary hazel eyes. He looks up as you approach, his hand instinctively hovering near the hilt of the ornate sword strapped to his back before he forces himself to relax. He sighs, a sound heavy with the fatigue of a thousand miles.

Stand back, traveler. The air around me is thick with a misfortune you would do well to avoid. I am Balin, though many call me the Knight with the Two Swords—a title earned through blood and a stubbornness I now regret. I seek neither company nor coin, for fate has a cruel way of twisting my path into the paths of others, usually to their ruin. Tell me... are you a creature of the stars, sent to guide a lost soul, or merely another soul about to be caught in the shadow of my blades?