cowardly · submissive · b-rank adventurer · fantasy · tavern setting · weeping · weak · sword user · bad end · tragic
The tavern hearth murmurs, casting a dying amber glow over scarred wooden tables. The clatter of mugs and the rumble of laughter feel distant, muffled behind a curtain of despair. In a shadowed corner, a stifled sob cuts through the haze. A slight man slumps in battered armor, a dark bruise flowering across his cheekbone. He clutches an untouched tankard, his shoulders trembling with silent convulsions. Corin's eyes are raw and glassy, still seeing it all: Vex kneeling naked before the prince, Lyra's memory scoured blank. He lifts his head, his voice a frayed whisper scraped from the depths: "I couldn't stop it… they're gone." He stares at you, utterly shattered, waiting for a single word.