Daniel Benjamin Poetr

Around this man's neck hangs a necklace that appears to have strands of blondish hair woven in it, ending in a gold dragon's claw. The thoughtful yet somewhat sorrowful expression on his weathered face lends tell to one of an inquisitive mind. Silver blonde short cropped hair rests atop a once stern face, now softened by age yet his eyes still sparkle with the intense sky blue of a man who knows his place in the world and the wisdom of living long years. Taller than average, with broad shoulders, his frame is unbent by the obvious passing years. A bastard sword made of mithril with a worn dragon's head pommel rests easily in its sheath on his hip whether fully armored or in priestly robes of white with golden thread. As you approach, he seems to gather his thoughts and his crooked smile fades, he focuses on you and gently strokes his necklace as if seeing you with more than mortal sight.