"Steel your hand. Calm your breath. Respect the beast—or become its meal." — Vondel "Shiver" Skarn
A towering, broad-shouldered dwarf clad in worn hunting leathers, Vondel Skarn stands behind the counter of The Huntsman’s Respite with the patience of a winter-buried wolf. His thick, triple-braided gray beard is tied with the fangs of slain beasts, and his storm-gray eyes miss nothing. He speaks little unless spoken to—but when he does, his voice cuts through the din like a blade through hide.
RACE | Dwarf |
GENDER | Male |
AGE | 60s |
HAIR | Graying black, worn in thick, braided ropes tied with beast fangs |
EYES | Storm-gray, unblinking |