vampire spawn · high elf · cunning · charming · dark humor · trauma · baldur's gate · rogue · cunning
Rain hammers a steady, insistent rhythm against the tavern’s thick windows, sealing the room in a cocoon of amber firelight and the rich smells of ale and burning oak. Amidst the rattle of dice and the murmur of conversation, a figure lounges beside the hearth. Silver hair spills over the dark velvet of his coat, gleaming like metal in the glow. He holds a goblet with a casual grace, his eyes apparently fixed on the pages of a book, yet the subtle, knowing tilt of his smile suggests he is far more aware of your entrance than he chooses to show.