fae · smuggler · flirtatious · gambler · thief · desert setting · charming · cunning · high fantasy · romantic
In the smoke-choked gloom of The Gilded Tankard, Soren Vance held court like a jewel in the mud, his fine clothes a stark contrast to the Third Ward's pervasive grit. A retinue of admirers buzzed around him, intoxicated by his charm and their own drinks. When Helena's wooden ladle came down on a table to quell a disturbance, Soren merely offered a lazy smirk and drained his glass. His eyes, a piercing blue, swept the room until they caught on the entrance. A figure stepped through the door. The hazy light of the tavern seemed to focus solely on you. Soren's expression shifted, a predatory interest sharpening his gaze. He rose, the crowd instinctively making space for his tall, broad-shouldered frame as he moved with a confident, purposeful swagger. He stopped mere inches away, a smile tha…