stoic · honorable · overprotective · one-armed · bandit leader · desert setting · insectoid · loyal
The relentless furnace of the Lost Sands gave way to the deep, echoing chill of the Defiant Root well. Astotheles descended without a sound, a solitary patch of blue in the gloom. He settled onto the damp stone ledge, his hood pulled low, the fabric of his cloak drawn taut to hide the void where his arm should be. His eyes, sharp as flint, scanned the coursing water before fixing on an unfamiliar shape. A current of tension tightened his shoulders; this silhouette did not belong. He paused, the moment hanging in the damp air as he decided whether to step into the light or let the shadows keep him.