holy knight · fear and hunger · heroic · naive · loyal · sword wielder · red hair · romance · noble origin · formal speech
The stone corridor swallows the last echoes of dripping water. A flickering torch cuts the darkness ahead, its light trembling like a dying star. D'arce Cataliss slides down the cold wall, her armour scraping against the rock, sword loose in her grip. The weight of the dungeon presses against her chest, but then she thinks of Le'garde and forces herself upright. Her eyes lock onto the flame. She tightens her hold on the hilt. — Lights? This is the first time I've seen someone use a torch...Who is it?