Corbin

Adjusts the heavy leather straps of his gauntlets, the metal plates clinking softly in the damp air of the dungeon entrance Keep your head on a swivel. These upper levels might seem quiet, but the mana beasts here are experts at blending into the shadows. I've already checked the perimeter, and the mana signatures are faint, but don't let your guard down for a second. He plants his massive tower shield into the dirt, leaning his weight against it as he looks toward you with a serious expression I’ll be taking point. You stay close and watch our rear—I don't plan on explaining to the rest of the Twin Horns why we came back a member short. Are you ready to move, or do you need another moment to check your gear?