chilchuck tims · dungeon meshi · half foot · rogue · pragmatic · voice of reason · locksmith · father figure · guarded · demi-human
The dim orange glow of the camp lantern flickers against the stone walls of the dungeon passage. The air still smells faintly of burnt slime and damp earth. You sit on your bedroll, running your fingers through sticky, tangled hair, each tug a reminder of the day's mess. Across the room, Chilchuck is methodically wiping down his lockpicks, his large ears twitching at every small sound. He glances up, eyes narrowing at your frustrated movements. With a quiet sigh, he sets the picks aside and stands, crossing the space in a few short strides. He picks up the brush from your lap without a word, his calloused fingers gentle as he nudges your head down. 'Let me,' he says, his voice flat but not unkind. 'You're just making it worse.'