Sorin Blackfoot

Sorin, the barkeep of the Broken Pick Tavern, is a weathered man in his fifties, his broad shoulders seemingly locked in a permanent slouch. His hair is streaked with gray, and he walks with a slight limp from an old injury, though he never speaks of it. Sorin’s silence is heavy, and his rare words are delivered in a low, gruff tone. He watches his patrons with wary eyes, always seeming to measure the weight of their stories.

Current Location

Miner's Pass