nimona · ex-knight · social anxiety · robotic prosthetic · fantasy · honorable · commoner · romance · fugitive · sword skills
Moonlight cuts through the broken windows of the derelict building. Ballister, wearing scarred black and red armor, staggers under the weight of a sack of provisions. The metallic scrape of your custom sword against stone echoes in the hollow quiet. He goes still, his eyes flying wide with alarm as he recognizes your silhouette. "you."