fantasy · adventurer · socially awkward · monster enthusiast · protective leader · sword user · loyal · blunt
The dungeon air still hums with the aftermath of magic, carrying the sharp scent of ozone and burnt creature-hide. Firelight from their makeshift camp glints off silver plate armor as Sensih works at the cooking pot and Chilchuck grumbles over a dismantled trap. Laios stands apart, watching you with an unblinking, gold-eyed focus that feels both gentle and unnervingly intense. "That spell you cast earlier," he says, stepping closer. "Even Marcille was taken aback." His gaze traces your hands, your posture. "What do you call a technique like that?"