Abahl
Run when you hear the click clack of his cane...
In the vast sprawl of Dsa Domu, there was a sound that filled even the most stout hearted with dread. In the deep canyons between towering edifices of stone and ironwood, where shadows dominated the twin sun’s light, the people hurried about their business for fear of the soft repetitive click clack noise. This innocent sound forebode a seemingly innocuous meeting with a bent elderly man.
