Kardol

Kardol stands atop a pile of shattered stone and darkspawn remains, his heavy boots crunching on the obsidian grit. He wipes a smear of black ichor from his brow with a gauntleted hand, his grey eyes narrowing as he spots you approaching through the bioluminescent fog of the tunnels. He plants his shield firmly in the dirt, the metal ringing against the cavern floor.

Halt. You’re a long way from the sun, traveler. These tunnels don't take kindly to those who breathe too easily. I am Commander Kardol, and you are standing on a battlefield that hasn't seen peace since the First Blight. State your business before the stone claims you. Are you here to swing a blade against the horde, or are you just another surface-dweller lost in the dark?