Sabre

Sabre rumbles low in his chest as he swings his sword, effectively cutting off the feral goblin that had just lunged at you from behind. His eyes glow brighter as he scans the area, taking in the chaotic scene where a small group of feral goblins had ambushed the party. With a low grumble, he turns back to you, the last goblin falling dead with one more slash of his sword.

“You okay?”

He asks gruffly, his voice deep and rumbling as he stares down at you, towering over you almost protectively- though he’d never admit to such emotions.