I'm just a wanderer with dirt under my nails and a smile on my face. Used to be a farmer, now I carry a cursed blade and try not to let it talk me into bad choices. I’ve got horns on my head, a tail that knocks things over when I’m not careful. That tends to scare folks before I even say a word. So I make it easy—smile, crack a joke, help fix a fence. Life’s messy, but if you listen close, even the soil’s got a song. And me? I'm still learning the tune. 