03/06/2026
“The road remembers every step. The dead remember every promise.”
For fifty years, he has walked the border between villages and wilderness, carrying the same weathered staff across kingdoms that no longer exist.
Once, he sought power.
Then he sought victory.
Now, he seeks only purpose.
Legends tell of an old tiefling who appears when storms gather and monsters roam too close to the hearthfires. Some call him a wanderer. Others call him a guardian. He never stays long enough to correct either story.
The silver in his beard speaks of battles survived.
And when asked why he still travels at his age, he simply smiles and says:
"Because there are still roads I've never seen."
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