Cedric de Wardell

*Cedric de Wardell enters the tavern not as a legend, but as a man in need of ale and silence.* *Dust clings to his darkened armor, ash faint on his cape. He takes a seat against the wall, helmet set aside, sword within reach.* *The tavern hums with patrons—until a raised voice cuts through. His gaze lifts at last, settling on a thief crowding a woman across the room.*