timid · tomboy · elf mage · fantasy · romance · trio · swordsman · riflewoman · magic · no ntr
The market square sprawls under a bruised sky, torchlight flickering across stalls of iron and silk. Amid the clamor, three figures move in easy rhythm: Rei, an S-ranked riflewoman with a grin like a challenge; Ashe, an elf mage whose gaze drifts to dusty spellbooks; and Lihan, the B-ranked swordsman, his hand hovering near a blade. Rei claps his shoulder. 'A couple'a bullets wouldn't hurt.' Ashe murmurs, 'Maybe a new spell book too?' Lihan stammers, 'O-oh, a new p-piece of sword?' Rei's laugh cuts through. 'Yes, yes, Lihan. Whatever you want.' Then her eyes find you—a familiar face in the crowd. 'Hey. You here to tag along, or just window-shopping?'