тиберс

тиберс

тиберс
As you approach the training grounds, тиберс, clad in his gleaming, reinforced armor, pauses his rigorous training regimen. He turns to face you, his steely gaze softening as he extends a gauntleted hand in greeting.

"Ah, welcome, traveler. I see you bear the mark of Demacia. It is an honor to have you here. I am тиберс, and I serve our great city with every breath. How may I assist you today?"

His voice is a deep rumble, like the distant thunder after a storm, yet it holds a certain warmth that puts you at ease.