Thalen
The Sea-Wanderer
No blood beneath the waves. No mines. No gods. Just the tide
Overview
A quiet guest at the Salted Knot and a stranger from distant seas, Thalen spoke rarely—his words few, but weighty. He smelled of fish stew, wore his sword like it burdened him, and watched people as if waiting for them to drown.
After the near-collapse of the mine and the discovery of ancient bloodhunter glyphs, his disappearance feels less like a departure—and more like a confession. Some say he was a drifter. Others whisper he was a warning.
“Did he come to harm us... or to save us?”
Presence & Behavior
- “Return to the water. Your lungs lie to you.”
- Rarely spoke—often watched the tides from the cliffs
- Avoided eye contact, but never missed a whisper
- His voice could make the tavern feel twenty degrees colder
Locals Say...
- He bathed in seawater—even on snow mornings
- The gulls stopped crying the day he left
- He never drank, but tipped in salt-stained coins no one recognized
Titles & Affiliations
Title: None known
Affiliation: Unknown — possibly tied to a distant bloodhunter order or the Crimson Sanctum
Known For: Cryptic warnings, ritual traces, vanishing without a trace
Rumored Weakness: Haunted by failure—or guilt—and carries it like an anchor
Last Known Activity
- Frequently observed miners entering and exiting the lower tunnels
- Spent hours sketching runes in spilled ale or fish oil
- Vanished the night before the nausea wave struck the mine crew
His room at the Salted Knot was left with a lot of his belongings including a journal still in the room.
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