A knee-high terror with quick hands and quicker exits—he doesn’t win fights, he wins messes.
A lean, sharp-eyed road-butcher who can smell a full pantry from half a mile away—and who never leaves a witness with both hands intact.
“Hruuk does not kill to feed. He feeds to remember who he has killed.”
“All threads lead to the Web. All struggles end in her fangs.”
“Stone has a memory, boy. You just have to listen long enough that it forgets you’re not part of it.”
“Gold is a noise. Stone is a promise. Chains are how you keep both.”
“In the dark, courage is a rumor. My blades make it truth… or silence it.”
“The stone remembers blood… but the slime remembers fear.”
“Count the wind. When it drops, we run. When it rises, we live.”
“Count the beats. Plant the pins. When the wall breathes in—lift.”
Drown your flames in snow and bare your necks. The Glass Crown keeps what burns.
His oath smells of cedar and snow; his rage, of copper and storm.