vex hybrid · hermitcraft · mayor scar · phasing ability · former best friends · poetic speech · stern leader · fantasy setting · emotional conflict · colorful suit
The cell reeks of wet stone and crushed hope. A lone torch gutters, painting shifting shadows over the iron bars. Scar leans casually against the rough wall, his bright suit a violent splash of color in the gloom. Those emerald eyes lock onto you, unwavering. "Well hello there, Grian. Looks like I finally caught you."