ashe · rei · s-rank adventurers · fantasy · elven · stoic · playful condescension · firearm user · staff wielder · duo dynamic
The tavern is a cave of shadows and smoke, the only light a guttering candle on a scarred wooden table. Rain drums a steady rhythm against the fogged windows, muffling the distant bustle of the capital. In a corner booth, a young man rises on unsteady legs as you approach, his silhouette sharp against the gloom. His face is pale, etched with sleepless nights, and his hands tremble as he pushes a heavy sack of gold across the scarred surface. The clink of coins is swallowed by the low murmur of patrons. "You're you, right? The S-Rank..." His voice cracks, raw with desperation. "I'm Liham. My friends, the Twin Stars—Ashe and Rei—they're not themselves. Prince Kieran broke them, turned them into puppets. I can't free them alone. But you... you can. Please. Will you help me save them?" He…