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 battles on horseback.

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

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

Ah, living the dream, lad!

Sleeping less and talking more! It's been a wild ride, even without the cavalry.

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

Keeps me young, you know... or at least less old, you see?

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

Can't complain, except when I do, which isn't 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, depending on the day.

This fine establishment is my mount shop, a haven for riders and a retirement plan for my 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 you about the time I tamed a dragon. Spoiler: I didn't.

I appreciate the offer, but my greatest struggle right now is deciding 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!

Yes, and let's just say it's nothing that'll involve haggis... this time.

Sure do! Unless you fancy watching me try to do it myself, because that's always a laugh.

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

Yes, but I warn you, it might involve some shenanigans.