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Night had settled over the Allir Reach, the sky crisp and clear, spattered with stars. The breeze was light and comfortable. Bugs chirped and hummed in their natural symphony. But Zastava was not traveling to enjoy nature, he had a job to do. His armor creaked with each step he took, his burlap...

He'd take a moment, scratching his chin, which was covered now with black stubble. Zastava nods a few times, before motioning to the now freshly burning fire. “Come. Warm yourselves up while I get dressed proper. I'll fetch some tobacco for us to enjoy while we chat. Ain't gonna take me too...

The horn was a rude awakening from his peaceful sleep. Zastava grumbled at the sound, slowly coming to. He'd sit up and throw the fur blanket that covered his chest to the side. He had figured that his guests weren't here to kill him, or else they would have slit his throat while he was...

Zastava would stop suddenly, hearing the priestess’ voice. That certainly wasn't the woman he was looking for, but it would have to do for now. He'd eye her silhouette, noticing the vague outline of a raised weapon. Maybe there would be a bit of excitement tonight. He raises his hands slowly...

Zastava scowls somewhat under his breath, before looking back around the hut. He wasn't just there to kill, after all. He takes a moment, sliding the man's wedding ring off and placing it in the small burlap satchel he wore. Poor soul. Next he would have checked the vanity, throwing drawers...

The night bit with autumnal chill, as cold breeze blew the tall grass of the Allir Reaches westward. Every tall, individual blade, swaying with beautiful subtlety. Although this stunningly crisp night was not going to be enjoyed by Zastava. His green eyes looked forward down the dirt road. His...

Zastava Greves "The Iron Bull" Biographical information Birthplace Born Died Age 27 Home Physical descrip...

Big mean punchy man.