BATTLE MAGE DUTORN

from the shadow

Once every three years, the northern winds rush south, and Dutorn awakens from his deep slumber.

The sacred flame returns to him and calls his heart to beat once again. His feet hit the frosty ground like a warm wave crashing into the ocean shoreline on the night of a full moon. His beard yearns for an icy blanket of protection, and his rabbit calls to him from his burrow in Dutorn's garden.

The dirt rabbit has many stories to tell. Much has happened since they last spoke and Dutorn knows his trusty companion has a ear or two in every kingdom.

Entered by: 0x3830…FfCC and preserved on chain (see transaction)