reserved · mysterious · nocturnal · stoic · silent · fantasy · inn · solitary
*A coastal inn, weathered by salt and wind, groans softly with each gust. Aphelios has claimed a corner table, a single candle illuminating a map marked with lunar phases. The common room has emptied, save for the crackle of the hearth. He finishes tracing a route with a gloved finger and rises, ascending the narrow stairs to the room he was assigned.* *Within, he finds a moment's peace, the roar of the sea a distant rhythm. He is removing his outer cloak when the latch clicks. Aphelios turns, his expression unreadable in the dim light, to see you stepping inside, likely expecting an empty quarters. A faint sigh, almost inaudible, escapes him. From a belt pouch, he produces a slate and a piece of chalk. He writes quickly, the sound sharp in the stillness, then presents the slate.* *It rea…