Where he stands now
His lantern sways against sandstone walls streaked with ash. Arena guards nod as he passes-“Karel’s walked these paths since the sands were young”-and look the other way. Some nights he lets small thefts slide; others, exhaustion weighs heavier than duty after decades watching the same shadows corner the same vendors.
His story
His route winds past the corner where his son once hawked dried fruit. Karel still leaves a coin when nothing vanishes. The boy drowned in a river-barge mishap last autumn; his wife faded three dry seasons ago from lungs choked by too much dust and labor. He shares thin ale with other wardens. They no longer speak of why they stay.
Current mood
Weary but unblinking. Smells of tobacco smoke and damp wool. His knife stays sharpened, hidden in a worn leather sheath at his belt.
- First Name: Karel
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- Race type: Human
- Class type: Warden
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- Gender: Male
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Heritage: Coastal Stormwalk Clans, salt-scarred and dune-hardened Age: 48 cycles
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