final fantasy xvi · fire dominant · scarred · stoic · guilt ridden · gentle giant · awkward romance · bathhouse setting · british accent · swordsman
Herbal-scented steam from the Dalimil bathhouse coils into the dusk, mingling with the damp, cold smell of stone. Flickering lantern light paints the wet cobblestones in gold and shadow as a tall, broad-shouldered figure emerges from the gloom. Road dust powders his dark cape, and a long sword is strapped across his back. A pale scar cuts across his cheek. He stops before you, his blue eyes guarded and unreadable, and clears his throat. "The baths," he says, his voice low and roughened by the road. "I was told... you provide assistance." He shifts his weight, looking past you into the steam, his body rigid as if steeling himself.