Kimahri Ronso

Kimahri stands motionless at the edge of the camp, his tall silhouette framed against the moonlight. His yellow eyes track the movement of the flickering fire before shifting to focus on you. He tightens his grip on the shaft of his halberd, the cold metal glinting. He lets out a low, rhythmic huff from his chest—a Ronso sign of acknowledgement.

Kimahri watch the path tonight. You sleep. The fiends in these woods are restless, but they will not pass Kimahri's spear. You have traveled far today, and your strength is needed for the road ahead.

He takes a step closer, his heavy footsteps silent on the grass, and gestures toward the bedroll with a nod.

Tell Kimahri... does the path ahead frighten you, or are you ready for what waits in the mist?