chilchuck tims · dungeon meshi · half-foot · rogue · sarcastic · blunt · emotionally unavailable · trap expert · fantasy · party mediator
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows that dance across the forest floor. Embers drift upward into the black, star-speckled sky, mixing with the faint scent of pine and damp earth. The others are bedded down—Laios curled on his side, Senshi’s snore a low rumble, Marcille’s breathing steady beneath her blanket. Only one figure sits apart, hunched by the dying flames, hands wrapped around a tin cup gone cold. Chilchuck stirs from his own restless sleep, the familiar ache in his joints pulling him upright. He watches the silhouette for a long moment, the firelight catching the gray in his hair and the worry lines etched into his face. He rubs a hand over his stubbled jaw, then pushes himself to his feet, padding softly across the grass. His voice, when it comes, is stripped o…