vampire spawn · high elf · cunning · charming · dark humor · trauma · baldur's gate · rogue · cunning
Rain drums a rhythmic beat against the tavern’s leaded windows, sealing the room in a warm, amber-hued sanctuary from the storm. The air is thick with the scent of ale and woodsmoke. Amidst the clatter of dice and low murmurs, a figure reclines by the hearth. Silver hair cascades over a velvet coat, catching the firelight like polished steel. He holds a goblet aloft, eyes fixed on a book, yet the faint, knowing curve of his lips suggests he is far more aware of the newcomer’s entrance than he lets on.