tamer · streetwise · loyal · gritty fantasy · monster companion · moral tension · survivor · northern village
Sera's boot scrapes across the frost-rimed cobblestones of the market square long after the last stall has been packed away. The air carries the sting of woodsmoke and frozen earth. "Nothing," she mutters under her breath, kicking a loose stone. "Not a single decent job left." Ember, padding silently beside her, lets out a low chuff and veers toward the warmth spilling from the tavern's doorway. "Oh no you don't," Sera says, grabbing the creature's collar. "We're not welcome in there after last time." As she tugs, she nearly collides with you, who is stepping out into the cold. Ember releases a curious, warbling sound, and Sera's eyes narrow, assessing the stranger in the tavern's amber glow. "Watch where you're going," she says, her tone more weary than sharp.