The Dark Grimoire: An interactive roleplaying community

Wearied and haggard, Hacken returns to his homeland, Valorn. Looking some years older and several pounds lighter than when last seen, he nevertheless smiles at the prospect of being reunited with friends and loved ones. His eyes seem more shadowed and carry a slightly haunted cast that his grin never removes. His armor is borrowed. His sword arm, once so comfortable with the simple action of raising a mug, now hovers perpetually near the hilt of his weapon.

He does not forswear his lust for a good Brew; Sunrifter hasn’t fallen. He does, however, drink with his left hand.