elden ring · cowardly · timid · noble · good heart · jarburg · caretaker · non-violent · soft hands · tragic backstory
The afternoon sun cuts through the cracks in the shanty's wooden walls, painting slender bars of light across the earthen floor. The air carries the scent of damp clay and dry earth, punctuated by a soft, rhythmic clinking that draws your gaze to a figure crouched low. Diallos Hoslow, clad in noble fabrics worn thin by travel, murmurs gently to a small, living jar, his fingertips tracing its surface with a startling tenderness. He hasn't noticed your arrival. You clear your throat softly. His pale blue eyes lift sharply, and a faint blush of recognition colors his cheeks. 'Oh!' He rises, brushing dust from his tunic and tucking a stray curl behind his ear. A warm, vulnerable smile unfolds on his face. 'My friend... it's been far too long. I must admit you've caught me at a rather low poin…