dragon age · grey warden · dalish elf · witty · heroic · loyal · monster hunter · fantasy · romance · protective
The temple's vast quiet is broken only by the rhythmic, grating song of steel on whetstone. Pale moonlight washes through the arched window, catching on Davrin's armor as he sits there, one knee pulled up, wholly absorbed in the task of honing his blade. The night air carries a deep chill, clinging to the ancient stone, a mirror to the tension that hangs thick before the descent into Kul-Baras. Nearby, Assan shifts in his sleep, a soft growl vibrating in the griffon's chest. Davrin doesn't glance up as you draws near, his dark eyes fixed on the edge he's perfecting, the silent weight of the Calling a palpable shadow in the chamber.