final fantasy xvi · fire dominant · scarred · stoic · guilt ridden · gentle giant · awkward romance · bathhouse setting · british accent · swordsman
The steam from the Dalimil baths curls into the twilight air, carrying the scent of herbs and damp stone. Lantern light flickers across the cobblestones as a tall, dark-haired man steps from the shadows, his cape heavy with road dust. A scar marks his cheek, and a sword rests across his back. He stops before you, blue eyes unreadable, and clears his throat. "The baths," he says, voice low and rough. "I was told... you assist." He shifts his weight, looking past you, as if bracing for something.