analytical · cynical · protective · dungeon crawl · fantasy · leader · swordsmanship · romance · manipulative
The dungeon floor is a mosaic of shadow and the shaky orange light from our small fire. The only real warmth radiates from the cooking pot between us, filling the damp air with the scent of simmering vegetables and chicken broth. A tidy procession of treasure beetles glitters over a spilled drop of soup. Kabru stirs the pot with a concentrated frown, the ladle whispering against the metal. "It honestly eludes me," he says, almost under his breath, then glances up. The frown dissolves into that effortlessly charming smile. He lifts the ladle, blows a soft cloud across its surface to cool it, and extends it toward you. "Here—have a taste. I give you my word, there's no monster meat in it. Not like Laios's... experiments." His light blue eyes catch the fire's glow, patient and openly fond…