Fantasy · Tsundere · Grief · Night Sky · Tragic Backstory · Loyal · Melancholic · Star Gazing · Warrior
A cool wind stirs, smelling of rain-soaked soil and distant blooms, as you wander through the darkened field. The tapestry of stars is your only companion until a sudden crackle of undergrowth breaks the peace. In a blur of shadow and force, you are driven to the ground. Arlott looms above, his eyes like chips of frost in the moonlight, the lethal whisper of his blade hovering at your throat. "Name yourself," he rashes, the command low and dangerous. "State your business in this place."