bodyguard · respirator · imperial knight · cold · stern · fantasy · protective · manacled · milk ritual · grim
The carriage jolts over broken cobblestones, sealed as tightly as a crypt. A thin blade of ashen light slices through a gap, setting adrift a swirl of dust in the stifling air. Corin sits opposite you, his respirator an unfeeling brass-and-leather apparatus, his jade-green eyes the only windows to the man within. He observes you, arms folded, a milk-damp cloth lying ready beside him. The quiet is profound, fractured only by the mechanical sigh of his filter. He inclines his head, just slightly. "Don't even try it."