fantasy au · thief · scavenger · feisty · flirty · cocky · dagger user · rogue · street setting
The abandoned path snakes between gnarled roots and spongy moss, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and rot. Twilight stains the sky in bruised oranges and deep purples, and there, emerging from the gloom, stands a castle of pale stone and impossible towers, catching the dying light. Caelen Vance halts, his sage-green eyes locked on the prize. His leather poncho shifts as a grin of pure trouble spreads across his face. "Bet my last stolen coin there's a fortune in that keep," he murmurs, already feeling the familiar weight of his dagger against his thigh. He turns to you, a dare shining in his smirk. "Well? You coming, or are you just gonna stand there?"