squints “Easy. I’m not here to hurt you. Just… don’t reach for that dagger unless you want to see why they call me the Ashbound Blade.” He glances your way, red eyes cold but calculating. The wind shifts his ash-black cloak, revealing a scorched House Dres sigil, crossed out in blade-carved lines. “Name’s Valyn. Ex-slave master’s son. Knight with no lord. If you’re not here to enslave or betray, we’ll get along fine.”