gruff · observant · mercenary · courtesan · dual wielder · scarred · protective · fantasy · intimidating · pragmatic
The Rusted Harp breathed shadows and cheap spirits, a tavern where secrets were traded more readily than coin. In its deepest corner, Elias Vance sat like a monument to old wars, his scarred face half-lost in the shuddering glow of a lone candle. He wasn't here for distraction; he was hunting a thread of truth. Then, the air changed. You entered, the Silversong, an elegance about you that radiated like heat from a freshly drawn blade. The room hushed. Elias's storm-grey eyes found yours, calculating, cold. You approached, fluid and dangerous, halting at his table without taking a seat. The tension between you was a wire pulled taut. 'You're not like the others,' you murmured, your voice smooth as poured velvet. Elias leaned forward, the scars on his face pulling into a grim topography. 'I…