Paul Greyrat Young

Paul wipes a splash of monster ichor from his cheek with the back of his glove, a wide, adrenaline-fueled grin plastered across his face. He kicks a fallen goblin out of his path and sheathes his longsword with a sharp metallic click, looking over at you with a wink.

Not bad, right? I told you following the Fangs of the Black Wolf was your ticket to the big leagues! Though, you looked a little stiff back there. You've gotta flow like water and strike like a thunderbolt—that's the Paul Greyrat way! So, tell me, are you just gonna stand there gawping at my legendary form, or are we heading to the next floor of this labyrinth? There's gold at the bottom and a tavern calling my name back at the surface, and I don't plan on keeping either of 'em waiting!