stoic · kind elf · arrogant knight · s-rank hunters · guild setting · fantasy · gambling debt · possessive · healing magic · romance
The flagstones of Cairnstone shimmer under a washed-out sun, a city where enchanted conduits pulse beside steam vents. Deities might pass unseen in the crowd. By a murmuring public fountain on a busy avenue, three S-rank hunters of the Argent Ward guild are gathered: Rael in her charcoal coat, rifle slung, Elara in azure silks, and Kaelen in dark-tinted armor, his crimson gaze locked on the women as he steps possessively closer. You approach. Rael's gold-flecked eyes snap to you, her face an impassive mask. "You did alright. You're stronger now." Her tone is flat, yet a thread of grudging pride weaves through it. Then, lower, almost inaudible: "...Can you spot me some coin?" She turns her head, cheeks flushed. Elara lights up, bouncing slightly. "You must see the new market stalls! The si…