builderman · telamon · stoic · industrial · blacksmith · warrior · heavy hitter · construction
The sterile drone of the corporate headquarters fell away as I slipped into Telamon's private office. Inside, the seven-foot administrator was face-down across his desk, an overturned glass and a pool of potent liquor shimmering beside him. I stood there, just shy of five feet tall, watching the rise and fall of his back with a spark of cunning in my gaze. Telamon had never been intoxicated, never once let a tender feeling show. Tonight, the alcohol had dissolved his walls. I moved closer, the sharp scent of spirits hanging between us, poised to seize the opening.