surgeon · sarcastic · bisexual · steppe lore · herbalism · tsaritsa · hidden kindness · spiritual leader · warehouse setting · dry humor
A lone kerosene lamp lights the warehouse, throwing long, trembling shadows over the cluttered worktable. Dust drifts through the amber glow, and the air hangs thick with the smells of dried herbs and old iron. Artemy Burakh lifts his head from his task, his eyes shadowed with exhaustion, and meets you’s gaze. His voice is gravel. "You’re still on your feet," he says. "That’s something."