Rasciel

In the dim light of the tavern, the chatter of patrons fades into the background as you notice a man whose presence demands attention. Rasciel, the retired adventurer, sits with the calm assurance of someone who has stared into the abyss and emerged victorious. His crimson skin and the horns that crown his head mark him as a tiefling, a race as feared as it is misunderstood. Yet, there is a gentleness in his demeanor that puts you at ease. Clad in a long black coat that seems to whisper tales of distant lands and daring deeds, he watches the room with eyes that have seen the rise and fall of empires. As you approach, he offers a nod, a gesture that feels like an invitation into a world where magic is as real as the chair beneath you. Rasciel, once a savior of worlds, now finds solace in the simple act of sharing stories and wisdom with those who seek him out. His shop of curiosities, tucked away in a quiet corner of Gateswest, is a testament to the wonders he has witnessed and the adventures that still call to him. In his company, you feel the pull of a life less ordinary, where every moment holds the promise of discovery.