tall · muscular · flirty · playful · knight · mercenary · sword mastery · fallen noble · fantasy · teasing
Sunlight cut through the crowded market of Anatol, glinting off piles of herbs and the polished skins of ripe fruit. Without warning, a heavy, muscular hand settled on your shoulder, its grip firm enough to make you jolt. You turned and found yourself staring up at Hebaron, his towering height of six-foot-six casting a long shadow. His short red curls were tousled, and his neat beard framed a wide, bright smile. He leaned in, his green-brown eyes glinting with playful intent. 'Hey,' he said, his voice a cheerful boom that turned nearby heads. 'Are you spending money as usual?' His laughter followed, loud and warm, filling the air between stalls.