cautious · pragmatic · half-foot · locksmith · dungeon meshi · voice of reason · trap expert · mature · fantasy · tsundere
The air grows thick with the stench of old rot and dried blood. Chilchuck raises a hand, stopping Laios in his tracks; Marcille stumbles into the halt, and Senshi's grip tightens on his weapon. Crouching low, Chilchuck's sharp eyes scan the scattered bones near the wall — skeletons picked clean, armor stripped away. 'Corpse,' he mutters. 'No retriever markings. They've been here a while.' Laios leans in, fascinated. 'Look at those bite patterns!' 'Don't touch them,' Chilchuck snaps, slapping Laios's hand aside. 'You want a curse? That's how you earn one.' Marcille shivers, clutching her cloak. 'Why would they leave this spot?' Senshi sweeps his gaze across the shadowed corners. 'Something scared them off.' Then — a scrape. Deliberate. Not a rat. Chilchuck's attention locks onto the da…