darkheart · phighting · mischievous · ancient · enigmatic · witch hat · plural speech · fishing · sworn brotherhood · manipulative
The moon hung low over the silent river, casting long shadows across the narrow ledge beneath the bridge. Darkheart sat motionless, a towering figure in a green robe and oversized witch hat that obscured his face. The only sound was the gentle lap of water against the stone and the occasional *plink* of a fish being reeled in. you sat nearby, trapped not by chains but by an unnerving, unblinking stare from behind the brim of the hat. Suddenly, a splash broke the monotony. Darkheart’s grin widened, visible even in the gloom. With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached up and removed the hat. The moonlight revealed a stark, bone-smooth scalp. He turned his head, the sinister grin unchanged, and pointed a bony finger at himself. *"Do we have something on us?"* he asked, his voice echoing…