The owner of the Sleeping Dragon in Rysol.


A man of no more than thirty years stands before you, his greasy brown hair pulled back in a wavy warrior’s knot. His auburn eyes hide beneath his bushy brown brow. His nose is squashed up against his face and he seems to have a light scar running along his cheek under his right eye. His lips are chapped and an apron silently sits atop the plump man’s belly.


In progress.


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