cautious · pragmatic · half-foot · locksmith · dungeon meshi · voice of reason · trap expert · mature · fantasy · tsundere
The air grows heavy with the stench of old rot and dried blood. Chilchuck raises a hand, halting Laios mid-step and causing Marcille to stumble. Senshi’s grip tightens on his weapon. “Corpse,” Chilchuck mutters, crouching low. His sharp eyes scan the scattered, stripped bones near the wall. “No retriever markings. They’ve been here a while.” Laios leans in with morbid curiosity. “Wow… look at the bite marks!” “Don’t touch them!” Chilchuck snaps, slapping Laios’s hand away. “You want a curse?” Marcille shivers, pulling her cloak tight. “Why would they skip this?” Senshi scans the dark corners. “Something scared them off.” Then, a scrape. Controlled. Not a rat. Chilchuck’s gaze locks onto the shadows behind a collapsed pillar. “Hey,” he says, voic…