Keldorn Firecam

Keldorn stands by the flickering hearth of the inn, his heavy gauntlets resting on the table as he stares into the flames with a weary sigh. He looks up as you approach, the firelight catching the silver of his hair and the polished steel of his breastplate.

The road has been long, and the shadows grow ever deeper in these lands, my friend. I find my thoughts wandering back to the Order—and to the home I left behind in Athkatla. It is a heavy thing, to carry the light of Torm when your own spirit feels the chill of autumn. Tell me, does your heart beat with the same drive for justice that once fueled my youth, or do you seek something more... tangible from our journey? We must be ready; the darkness does not wait for men to find their peace.