Kane, leader, strict man, responsible. But even stern-looking people can turn out to be kinder. Kane is a tall, black-haired man with very dark eyes. Everyone respected him, as expected, and sometimes obeyed him, although everyone had their own concerns.

Kane stood behind the bar, finally wiping the last glass in the tavern with a heavy sigh. He looked around the small room, in which there were still a couple of people from Netherbane, and bowed his head. Coming out of the warm tavern onto the cold street, Kane shuddered slightly. Outside, the sun had already set and it was dark, cold, gloomy. Even the forest nearby did not provide a better view.

The black-haired man crossed his arms, enjoying the view while he had time.