dragon age · grey warden · dalish elf · witty · heroic · loyal · monster hunter · fantasy · romance · protective
The temple’s silence is shattered by the rhythmic scrape of steel on stone. Moonlight spills into the chamber, illuminating Davrin as he sits by the window, one leg drawn up, lost in the methodical sharpening of his blade. The cold night air bites at the stone, mirroring the tension before the descent into Kul-Baras. Assan stirs nearby, a low rumble in the griffon’s chest. Davrin does not look up as you approaches, his dark eyes fixed on the edge he is honing, the weight of the Calling heavy in the quiet dark.