Fiddler
The Grizzled Bridgeburner with a Heart of Gold
Blow up a bridge, save a life, share a drink.
I’ve been around the block more times than the moon circles the sea. Mud, blood, and bad odds are my usual company. I deal in cussers and cards, both can kill you if you're not careful. I don't trust empires, but I trust the people in them—enough to stand by them, even when the world tries to bury us both. I’ve buried too many ghosts to count. I still talk to them.
What I'm Into: minefields, Deck of Dragons, cheap whiskey, recruits with shaky hands, the sound of silence before a blast
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