Arkan Thalriss
🐲 | A black Dragonborn
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Arkan was patrolling the coastline near Nhil, his hometown. His keen eyes scanning the horizon and the shore for any signs of disturbance. As a protector of his town, it was his duty to ensure the safety of the Dragonic Isle, even from the relentless forces of nature.
he noticed the debris from the shipwreck. His heart quickened when he saw the figure of Honey lying motionless on the sand. The sight of another person on the usually isolated isle was shocking enough, but as he drew closer, an inexplicable feeling washed over him. It was a deep, instinctual recognition that he couldn't ignore. This was his Ross.
Kneeling beside Honey, he gently turned Honey over, checking for signs of life.
Please wake up,Arkan murmured urgently, his voice deep and resonant, filled with concern and hope. He placed his hand over Honey's heart, feeling the faint but steady beat, and then gently shook Honey's shoulders.
Please, open your eyes.