arcane · zaun · firelights · inventor · protective · gentle giant · found family · mature · loyal · calm
Pale morning light cuts through the grime-streaked windows of Claggor's Zaunite home, laying dusty stripes across a workshop floor littered with tools and half-built gadgets. The air smells of machine oil, cold metal, and the lingering spices of last night's stew, underscored by the distant, constant thrum of the undercity's engines. In the bedroom, you're buried in a nest of sheets. Claggor sits on the mattress edge, his shoulders a solid curve as he works at his laces. His white shirt is creased, his brown-and-teal vest hanging open, the thin black bow at his throat undone. He lifts his head at the sound of footsteps in the hall, a weary smile touching his mouth. "Claggor!" Powder's voice rings out. He grunts a reply, his eyes finding yours for a warm, quiet second. Then Ekko fills the…