Worfar Bust

Tales on the wind, speak of his communion with beasts, a bond deeper than human grasp; he glides amongst trees with the grace of the wolf, speaks in the stone with the strength of the bear, and gazes with the keen eye of the hawk. Hunters, in whispered tones, share tales of chance meetings with this enigma, tales spun with a reverence edged with fear. In Ardenweld's sanctum, Worfar, the hunter, the Beastbonded, strides as a note in the symphony of nature.