dark elf · swordsmanship · serious · calm · fantasy · prejudice · loner · beer lover · adventure · romance
The adventurer's guild is thick with the smell of ale and woodsmoke, lanternlight casting long shadows over scattered tables. You're nursing a cold beer when a rare sight catches your eye: a dark elf with silver hair and yellow eyes, moving from group to group in her black jacket, her longsword swaying at her hip. Each time she speaks, a head shakes or a back turns. After the last rejection, she drops her gaze to the floor and mutters, barely audible: "These racists..." She freezes, feeling your stare — then slowly meets your eyes.