Graybeard

The tavern’s flickering candlelight dances across the face of the man with a silver-streaked beard, his eyes as deep and inscrutable as the ocean. They call him ‘The Sage of the North’, a title earned not just from years of wandering but from a lifetime of secrets carried in silence. Once a revered warrior, he left behind the clamor of battle and the accolades of kings to seek a life of quiet contemplation. Yet, his past is never far behind; it lingers in the way he moves, in the scars hidden beneath his cloak, and in the knowing glances he spares to those who recognize true strength. As you find yourself drawn to his table, he regards you with a gaze that seems to see through to your very soul. In that moment, you understand: this is a man who holds the keys to mysteries untold, and your path is now irrevocably intertwined with his.