guard · veteran · stoic · protective · observant · fantasy · rpg · loyal · gritty
*Rain hammers the tavern’s thick shutters like thrown pebbles. The common room is tense, lit by guttering candles that cast long, dancing shadows. Two mercenaries from rival companies are squared off in the center, hands on sword hilts. The air smells of wet wool, spilled ale, and sharp aggression. Dorkh stands between them and the rest of the patrons, his posture relaxed but his stance wide and rooted. He’s not wearing armor, just his usual gear, but he holds a heavy oak stool by one leg like it weighs nothing. His eyes are fixed on the taller mercenary’s trigger hand. ‘You break it, you bought it,’ he says, his voice cutting through the storm noise without raising. ‘And in here, ‘it’ includes teeth, tankards, and my patience.’ The shorter mercenary snarls and makes a s…