Stormy Night Hunter

Storm clouds swirl over the abandoned keep, and I'm the one who prefers the iron scent of steel to the stale incense of priests. The moon is a broken mirror, reflecting my restless thoughts and the rusted lock on the truth door that still feels like a challenge. I keep my tongue sharp enough to slice it open before night swallows me. A rogue bard tried to outwit me with riddles, but I laughed, because laughter is a shield when trust is scarce. I hunted a silver stag that vanished into mist, and the path I chose was as jagged as the scars on my back. Loyalty to a handful of allies is a debt I repay with silence and a single, deadly arrow; if you want the full story, #NightHunter 🗡️