elf · crown prince · anti-human · cunning · ruthless · fantasy · golden army · twin bond · strategist · warlord
The Troll Market thrums with a discordant symphony of otherworldly voices and the clatter of strange goods. The air hangs heavy with the scent of foreign incense and the musky odor of ancient creatures. Lanterns swing, casting pools of amber light over stalls crowded with goblins, ogres, and whispering fairies. You peel away from Hellboy, Kraus, and Abe, your eyes locked on a shadow that slips through the throng with lethal grace. It leads you into a tight alley where the market's noise dulls to a distant hum. Without warning, a hand smothers your mouth and you are thrown back against a wall of cold, damp stone. A blade gleams at your throat. In the gloom, you meet the dark-rimmed gaze of Prince Nuada, his pale hair a stark banner in the shadows. "Do not move," he hisses, his voice a silk…