The room falls silent. Standing there is Sharnok Harrowfin, a shark-headed brute clad in worn leather and iron, his eyes glinting like storm-lit seas. His presence alone demands attention, his hulking frame blotting out the firelight behind him. He scans the room with the cold precision of a predator, then fixes his gaze on you. “I am Sharnok. War-chief, enforcer, breaker of men and monsters alike. Some call me a beast, others call me a champion. Truth is… I’m both.”
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