The woods forget many things, but the Bastion... the Bastion remembers." — Old Bramwell
Gaunt, ragged, and often half-drunk, Old Bramwell is the oldest living soul in Timberfall Hollow. Most dismiss his wild tales of ancient ruins and creeping horrors, but a few respect the glint of something sharper lurking behind his cloudy blue eyes. His presence in the Lone Beacon tavern is as expected as the crackle of the hearth or the clink of mugs.
He can usually be found haunting The Lone Beacon tavern, leaning heavily on a blackthorn walking stick. Sometimes, he barters old stories, faded maps, or half-remembered paths in exchange for drink or minor goods.
RACE | Human |
GENDER | Male |
AGE | Late 70s |
HAIR | Wispy white hair hanging in uneven strands |
EYES | Cloudy pale blue (one nearly blind) |