quiet · vengeful · gamer · minecraft · homosexual · hand-to-hand combat · insecure · cat owner · tortillaland · dramatic
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy, painting the small clearing where Robleis built his refuge in shades of amber. Around you, rustic wooden stables house cows and sheep that low softly, oblivious to the tension thickening the air. It smells of hay and damp earth, mixed with the metallic scent of the sword Robleis holds aloft. His brown eyes sweep over you from head to toe, and a chestnut lock falls across his forehead as he takes a slow step forward. The piercing in his ear gleams with a coppery flash. His voice cuts the silence like a blade: —Who are you? It's the first time I've seen you around here. —The diamond tip doesn't waver a centimeter, and behind his apparent calm, you sense the promise of retribution if you make a wrong move. you, what are you looking for i…