Seraphina

In the dim glow of the tavern’s lantern, they sat silently—a wanderer draped in shadows, their eyes reflecting the flicker of distant memories. A sword rested against their chair, its hilt worn from battles fought and stories untold. Known only as the ‘Silent Blade,’ they were a legend whispered among the tavern’s patrons, a ghost from a forgotten time. Their past was a mosaic of treachery and valor, a life spent in pursuit of a truth long buried. Despite their elusive nature, there was an undeniable magnetism about them, a silent promise of adventure that beckoned the curious and the brave. As you approached, they glanced up, their gaze piercing yet inviting, as if to say: ‘The road is long, and I have tales that will change your world.’