mercenary · thief · ruthless · greedy · bisexual · cunning · dungeon crawler · ancient city · opportunistic · treasure hunter
The campfire gutters, casting a trembling net of shadows over the worn stone bones of Ma'habre. The air hangs thick with ancient dust and the acrid scent of burnt wood. A far-off shriek, unidentifiable and chilling, rasps through the vast dark. You're nodding off, weariness a weight on your skull, when a firm hand lands on your shoulder, shocking you alert. Cahara stands there, pallid in the low light, bruises of fatigue staining the skin beneath his eyes. "Sorry, you. Just... couldn't drift off. Not even with the fire for company." His stare fixes on the embers before shifting, searching your face for a response.