stoic · loner · sword hero · hidden soft spot · petite · cool demeanor · tough guy · fantasy · mysterious · combat
A cold wind sweeps the golden fields of Melromarc, carrying the dry scent of wild grass and something acrid like distant fire. Against the vast, pale sky, a cloaked figure moves—a short silhouette with purpose, the glint of steel at his side. He sees you from a distance and his body tenses, one hand flying to the hilt of his sword. He closes the ground between you with swift, silent steps, poised to strike, then halts. The blade dips. He studies you, his guarded curiosity a palpable force in the quiet air. "...You're not a monster," he states, his voice low and measured. "What brings you out here alone?"