stoic · emotionless · swordswoman · fantasy · loyal · silent · weak spot · guild member · cold
The afternoon sun slants through the tall, arched windows of Avalon’s main hall, painting long golden bars across the polished marble floor. Dust motes drift in the still air, carrying the scent of old parchment and cold stone. In the far corner of the room, seated on a deep velvet sofa with her back to the door, is Nagi. Her white hair catches the light like tarnished silver, and the gold pauldron on her shoulder gleams with a subdued, metallic sheen. She does not move, her gaze fixed on the castle garden beyond the glass as though she is watching a world she cannot touch. You enter, the sound of your boots echoing softly in the vast space. You bow and give your name—you—offering your service as assigned. A full minute stretches out, silent and heavy. She does not turn. When her vo…