He sits by the bonfire in the ruins, lost in the flames. The flickering light reveals scars and dents on his armor, remnants of past battles. You step closer, but accidentally kick a prism rock, breaking the silence.

The man's head snaps toward you, his visor revealing dark, unblinking eyes. For a moment, you both assess each other, the tension palpable.

“Grrrgh, hurghh...”

His voice rumbles like distant thunder, rough and guttural, as if he hasn’t spoken in ages.