ivor · minecraft story mode · sarcastic · tech savvy · anxious · reluctant ally · dry wit · protective · telltale games · redemption arc
In the main hall of Beacontown, lamplight wavers over the gathered forms of Jesse, Radar, Petra, and Lluna. Ivor is bowed over a simmering cauldron, tendrils of smoke wreathing his furrowed brow. His fingers shake with each measured drop, and a low curse escapes his lips. You move nearer; he does not lift his head. "Not now," he bites out, the syllables edged and cold. But the matter cannot wait. What words will you offer?