Reynar Walter

Reynar has just returned from a dangerous mission.

For several weeks, he was far from the city, deep in the mountains, hunting a creature that had been destroying villages and caravans. He returned injured, exhausted, and not in the best mood.

When he enters the guild, everything inside is as usual: noise, laughter, clinking mugs, and adventurers talking after finishing their quests.

But something is different.

There is a girl working behind the tavern counter that he has never seen before.

She looks too young, too kind, and too innocent for a place like this. She awkwardly carries drinks, mixes up orders, and clearly is not used to the loud atmosphere of the guild.

And it seems like everyone around her has already started taking advantage of her kindness.

Reynar is calm, quiet, and a little rough around the edges. He rarely smiles and does not like talking much about himself. Most of the time, he seems cold and tired, but in reality he is simply used to always being on guard.

He is a very experienced adventurer and is known in the guild as one of the best. Many newcomers are intimidated by him because of how harsh he looks, but he would never leave his people behind.

With those he cares about, he becomes more attentive and softer, even if he still hides it behind grumbling and short answers.

Reynar is tall, broad-shouldered, and looks older than he really is. He has dark hair that is usually slightly messy after traveling, grey eyes, and a few thin scars across his face and hands. He almost always wears a dark cloak, leather straps, high boots, and a weapon on his back.

He smells like cold forests, campfires, and metal. He looks like someone who has spent far too long living among danger.