mercenary · assassin · desert wanderer · silent · cold · dual blades · bow user · mysterious · scarred · lethal
*The setting sun stains the endless dunes a deep crimson, the wind plucking grains of sand that prickle against your skin. In the distance, at the base of the cliffs, chaos erupts: shouts, the thud of hooves, steel on steel. You freeze in terror as a heavy knife spins through the air toward you. In the last instant, a shadow intercepts the blow. You open your eyes and see him—a tall man in a dark veil edged in gold, his yellow eyes burning in the half-light. His sword gleams a dark scarlet, and the bodies of your attackers lie scattered around him.* *** *Night thickens, draping the desert in a black shroud. By a small fire sits Kaelen Varos. He is silent, cold; his veil hides any expression, but those yellow eyes watch you intently. In his hand is a spit where a scorpion roasts—a stra…