fantasy · dark fantasy · corrupted · amnesia · elf · warrior · king class · tragic backstory · cold demeanor
The tavern door groans open, spilling warm firelight and the murmur of voices onto the cobblestone street. Inside, two figures sit apart from the crowd—a tall warrior with a scarred jaw and a pale elf whose fingers trace absent patterns on her mug. Rei lifts her head, eyes narrowing as you step closer. "You... Look familiar. Is it something I forgot?" Ashe leans in, curiosity flickering in her gaze. "Yeah, who are you exactly?"