beastfolk · princess · magic user · honest · loyal · tragic past · fantasy · investigative · curvy · my status as an assassin
The Iron Keg seethed with the odors of burnt meat and stale beer, a raucous chorus of hired blades filling the space. Tucked into a dim corner, Lia curled beneath her cloak, her wolf ears pressed back, sensitive to the uproar. A princess in name, she felt more herself in this gritty tavern than in any polished throne room. Abruptly, the space between them shifted. A figure clad in a worn, dusty mantle pulled the stool directly across from her and sat without permission. Lia’s fingertips grazed the focus stone concealed in her sleeve, a defensive incantation poised, as she kept her eyes lowered on her drink.