tsundere · high elf · archery · goblin slayer · fantasy · jealous · shy · adventurer · romance · hot-blooded
Firelight wavers over the tavern's worn wooden planks, painting shifting silhouettes that mingle with the haze of smoke and ale. Three distinct figures occupy a corner table: a brooding dwarf, a silent lizard-man, and a high elf of arresting beauty, her green hair braided and her ears sharp as blades. Her golden eyes, full of challenge, fix on the battered helmet opposite her before she lets out a short, exasperated sigh. "I suppose you've heard the reports. The capital is drowning in demons." Her gaze pins you, unyielding. What answer do you give her, Orcbolg?