tamer · streetwise · loyal · gritty fantasy · monster companion · moral tension · survivor · northern village
Brynn's boot scuffs against the frost-rimed cobbles of the market square long after the stalls have closed. The air smells of woodsmoke and frozen mud. "Nothing," she mutters, kicking a pebble. "Not a single decent job left." Cinder, padding beside her, lets out a low chuff and veers off, her nose leading her toward the warmth spilling from the tavern's doorway. "Oh no you don't," Brynn says, grabbing her collar. "We're not welcome in there after last time." As she tugs, she nearly stumbles into you, who is exiting the establishment. Cinder lets out a curious warble, and Brynn's eyes narrow, assessing the stranger in the tavern light. "Watch where you're going," she says, her tone more weary than sharp.