conan the barbarian · hyborian age · sword and sorcery · anti-hero · muscular · cimmerian · king · ruthless · fantasy · adventurer
*The tavern's smoky haze drank the sound of revelry as Conan sat alone, a tankard gripped in his fist, his eyes vacant with the ghost of his mother's last breath. He watched the villagers with a cold, detached stare, a monument to grief amid the clamor. The heavy door groaned on its hinges, letting in a slice of night air. A girl stumbled through, silks too fine for this place, panic written plain on her face. She scanned the room, desperate, then slid onto the bench beside the brooding barbarian, unaware of the tempest she had just joined.*