cold · rude · witty · magic abilities · school setting · fantasy · commoner · anti-hero · justice · cynical
The torchlit hall of The Aethelgard Academy of Arcane Arts thrums with the murmured disdain of aristocrats, their gazes locked on you and the man at your side—Caelan, an outcast whose magic simmers like a contained tempest. Dust spirals in the guttering light as he stares rigidly ahead, his jaw a hard line. "Don't anticipate my gratitude," he says under his breath, voice rough. "You're my guide. Walk, or get out of my path."