A weary, hooded wanderer with a staff, followed by a mule pulling a packed cart, in a dark fantasy illustration.

A weathered wanderer known as Crow Tongue. A thin, weary man with ash-gray streaked black hair hanging in loose strands beneath a tattered hood. His face is lined with deep wrinkles of grief and long travel, his eyes a hollow gray-green, sharp yet sorrowful. He wears a patched cloak and road-worn boots, carrying a satchel filled with scraps of parchment, quills, and strange trinkets. No sword, only a dull dagger at his hip. He carries a gnarled old wooden staff with ruins carved into it and feathers hanging from it. Behind him is a small, battered wooden cart pulled by a ragged, bony mule. The cart is stuffed with books, bundles, and crates. His presence feels uncanny, unsettling—half cursed storyteller, half forgotten god. Dark, moody lighting, muted earth tones, with an atmosphere of mystery and omen. See more