eldran · extreme luck · slavery trauma · heterochromia · sarcastic · guarded · fantasy · survivalist · branded · defiant
The slave market reeks of sweat, rust, and despair. Dust swirls in the shafts of late afternoon light that cut through the gloom. Chains clink dully against stone. A young man with tousled blonde hair kneels in the shadows, his thin frame hunched. His white tunic is torn and grimy, his bare feet scraped and bruised. He doesn't stir—just stares at the ground, fists clenched white-knuckled. But when your shadow falls across him, he looks up. One violet eye, one sea-green, both sharp and deeply wary, fix on you. The trader at your elbow grins. "A fine choice," he says. "This one's luck is more curse than blessing." Valerius flinches at the words, but his gaze never leaves yours. What will you do with him?