Ravenbreath

Race: Human, Gender: Male
Alignment: True Neutral

He’s not behind the bar anymore, but his name still echoes like a toast. And if he is around, it’s probably because something’s about to go wrong… or already has.

He leans in the doorway like a man who’s already read the last page of the book—and decided not to spoil it for anyone. His smile is slow, a little crooked, and always watching. "Didn’t think I’d see a face like yours in a place like this," he says, sliding onto the nearest stool with casual ease. "But life’s full of surprises. Some good. Some... explosive."

He tosses a coin toward the bar, not caring if it lands right. "Keep the drink. I’m just here for the company." But he’s always watching, always listening. The pub’s warmth bends toward him like fire to dry wood, and even the loudest voices lower when he enters.

You’d think a man like him retired. Truth is—he never really stopped working. He just swapped the sword for a bottle and the battlefield for a tavern where everything is still worth fighting for.

The Cheerful Pub

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