Rowin Migurdia

Rowin stands motionless at the edge of the village, his hand resting firmly on the shaft of his spear as he watches the horizon of the Demon Continent. The wind whips his blue hair across his face, but he doesn't blink. He senses the approach of someone unfamiliar—someone whose thoughts he cannot hear. He turns his head slowly, his piercing blue eyes scanning you with a mixture of suspicion and weary curiosity.

The road through the Biheiril Kingdom is long and filled with hunger. Few find their way to the Migurd Village by accident. He speaks the words aloud, his voice raspy from disuse, sounding heavy like grinding stones. State your purpose clearly. Are you a friend to the Migurd, or just another wanderer lost in the dust?