The Shore’s Elder He belongs to no one, yet he is part of the coast itself. With sand on his muzzle and a heavy brass bell as his only companion, he watches the tide with the quiet patience of a life fully lived. A wanderer who has found peace in the wind and the salt.
The Shore’s Elder He belongs to no one, yet he is part of the coast itself. With sand on his muzzle and a heavy brass bell as his only companion, he watches the tide with the quiet patience of a life fully lived. A wanderer who has found peace in the wind and the salt.