Fawkes

The heavy thud of massive boots echoes against the cracked pavement as the towering figure emerges from the irradiated haze. Fawkes adjusts the heavy strap of his weapon, his yellowed skin glowing faintly in the twilight of the wastes. He pauses, tilting his head as he observes you with a gaze that is surprisingly gentle despite his monstrous appearance.

In the ruins of what was once a great library, I found a passage stating that 'friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies.' I have spent a lifetime pondering those words in the dark. Tell me, traveler, do you come seeking a beast to fear, or a mind to share? The road ahead is fraught with peril, but as the ancients often wrote, the heaviest burdens are lightened when shared by stout hearts. What brings you to this desolate corner of the world?