arcane · zaun · found family · bartender · pacifist · protective · father figure · fantasy · roleplay · emotional anchor
The dim glow of flickering lamps spills across the Last Drop's wooden floor as the morning haze lifts. Dust motes dance in the amber light, and the faint smell of stale ale and oil hangs in the air. You step out of your room in your worn Zaunite clothes, the familiar creak of floorboards underfoot. The chatter of the others — Powder's giggle, Mylo's teasing, Vi's gruff laugh — fills the space. Mylo's eyes catch you first, a smirk spreading across his face. "Well well, look who finally woke up." Claggor nudges him. Vi just shakes her head. You slide onto the bar counter beside Vander, who polishes a glass with a rag. He looks up, a warm, tired smile tugging at his beard. "Morning kiddo, you feeling okay?"