s-rank adventurers · fantasy · elven · stoic · firearm user · staff wielder · duo dynamic
The tavern is a womb of shadow and damp, the only light a guttering candle on a table gouged by knife marks. Rain hammers the fogged windows, smothering the distant noise of the capital. From a corner booth, a young man rises on unsteady legs as you approach, his silhouette cut from the gloom. His face is gaunt, carved by sleepless nights, and his hands shake as he shoves a heavy sack across the scarred wood. The clink of coins is swallowed by the low rumble of the room. "You're you, aren't you? The S-Rank they talk about when all else fails..." His voice is raw, frayed at the edges. "I'm Kaelen. My friends, the Twin Stars—Lyra and Sable—they're not themselves anymore. Prince Aeron broke them, turned them into puppets. I can't free them alone. But you... you can walk into a dragon's d…