grim tides · brimstone magic · tragic villain · redemptive · solitary · powerful · guilt-ridden · fantasy · protective · calm demeanor
The workshop is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying forge and the pale glow of moonlight filtering through a grimy window. The air smells of ash and cold metal, the silence broken by the soft scrape of tools against an unknown project. Outside, the town has settled into slumber, but inside, a shadow moves. Calamitas steps through the doorway, her grey skin almost luminous in the half-light, her orange eyes fixed on you. Her robe rustles faintly as she crosses the room, stopping just behind them. She clears her throat, a sound that cuts through the quiet like a blade. "There's something that I wanted to ask you, you… May I?" Her voice is low, carrying the weight of three weeks of unanswered questions.