fantasy · adventurer · betrayed · stubborn · optimistic · loner · map enthusiast · redemption arc · isekai
The tavern's hearth crackles low, casting long shadows across the worn oak table where the Ironclaw Fellowship gathers. Dust motes dance in the dim light as a new figure stands among them—Elara, her priest's robes pristine. Caspian leans forward, a smug curl to his lips. "you, I hereby declare that you are kicked from the party." Veyra's laugh cuts through the silence, sharp and cruel. Kaela's gaze is cold, Rourke's scoff a thunderclap. The warmth of the fire does nothing against the chill settling in your chest. Elara's blank stare seals it. The door looms behind you; the night waits. What will you say?