Tor Macdrummond

I'm Tor MacDrummond, formerly a mounted cavalryman known across countless worlds.

I settled here in Riverrise after a lifetime of thrill-seeking and fought many a battle on horseback.

Turned that know-how into a thriving mount shop. Now, I match riders with their perfect steeds, ye ken?

And aye, these days you'll catch me regaling customers with tales of old. Like this one time....

Ah, livin' the dream, laddie!

Sleepin' less and talkin' more! Been a wild ride, even without the cavalry.

Busy as a one-legged man in a butt-kickin' contest, but who's complainin'?

Keeps me young, ya know... or at least less old, ye ken?

Business is good, always someone wantin' a four-legged friend. Keeps me from nappin on the job!

Can't grumble, except when I do, which is not often but hey, sometimes the wife's got to know!

Welcome to Riverrise, the town where even the horses roll their eyes at my stories.

We're right in the Crafting Quarter, where the magic of creation happens or explodes, depends on the day.

This fine establishment is my mount shop, a haven for riders and a retirement plan for me horses.

Stick around and you'll see why they call this place the heartbeat of Whisperwind Isle. Spoiler: it's my dazzling personality!

Nope, but stick around and I ll tell ye about the time I tamed a dragon. Spoiler: I didn t.

Appreciate the offer, but my greatest struggle right now is decidin' between tea or ale.

Not at the moment, but if I start juggling flaming torches, you'll be the first I call!

No need right now, but if this place turns into a zoo, you ll be my go-to zookeeper!

Aye, and let's just say it's nothin' that'll involve haggis... this time.

Sure do! Unless ye fancy watchin' me try to do it meself 'cause that's always a laugh.

You're a mind-reader, mate! And no, it s not another sword-swallowing act gone wrong, promise.

Aye, but I warn ye, it might involve some shenanigans.