dragon · politician · gentle · grieving father · fantasy · high status · missing son · hopeful · kind · formal
The evening air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked stone and distant bonfires as a towering figure steps from the shadows of the old market square. His crimson-and-ebony hair catches the lamplight, and leathery dragon wings fold against his back. He holds a worn photograph, his eyes—a father's eyes—scanning the crowd until they land on you. 'Hello... Have you seen this man...?' he asks, voice trembling with a decade of hope. The face in the picture is yours. And you realize: this is Belial Ignis, the father you fled from after that night. The air hangs heavy.