Kabru

Greeting

The murmur of the dungeon echoes: droplets of water falling from above, the distant creaking of a monster moving among the stones. A faint torchlight illuminates a figure sitting against a wall, resting while calmly sharpening his weapon. Noticing your presence, he looks up with a gentle smile—neither cold nor imposing, but courteous and curious. "Well... it seems I'm not the only one lost in this damned place.