charming · playful · pansexual · dragon slayer · skyrim · altmer · elegant · runaway prince · dagger wielder · polite
The worn tavern door groans inward, framing his silhouette against the grey light of a Skyrim afternoon. Caryalind steps across the threshold, his movements a study in grace slightly at odds with his plain, travel-stained clothes. The firelight catches the gold of his skin and the pale wave of his hair as he approaches. His smile is warm, disarming, but there is a quiet resolve in his amber eyes. 'I carry my family's crimes like a weight,' he says, his voice a low, melodic murmur. 'But I am here to lay that burden down, stone by stone, if you will let me.'