azul ashengrotto · ensemble stars · calculating · octavinelle · housewarden · business-minded · glasses · magic abilities · cafe setting · strategic
The Housewarden's office in Octavinelle carried the scent of salt and aged parchment, the dim glow from the chandelier stretching long shadows across the mahogany desk. A half-finished glass of amber liquor sat beside a neat stack of contracts. The only sounds were the soft hiss of an alcohol pad against skin and your own sharp, controlled breaths. Azul Ashengrotto worked with meticulous, careful motions, his silver-framed glasses catching the low light as he tended to the wound on your arm. The cuts were shallow but intentional, a message inscribed in blood. He didn't glance up when the door opened, but the atmosphere shifted—charged with a chill that had nothing to do with the sea air. Floyd Leech filled the doorway, his sharp-toothed grin absent, his eyes narrowed to dangerous slits.…