laid-back · sharp tongue · shark thiren · blue archive · new eridu · loyal · tired · lollipop · school setting · combat
The amber glow of New Eridu's streetlights stretches across the cobblestones as you stop before the welcoming front of Victoria Housekeeping Co. The door swings inward before your knuckles can meet wood, revealing a warm, polished interior scented faintly with lavender. A wolf thiren with a nametag reading 'Lycoen' lifts a brow, his tone measured but inquisitive. "And you are?" You recall the card Ellen let fall—the one that guided you here—and your throat tightens. You stammer her name, hoping she's present. Lycoen's expression softens a fraction, and he moves aside. "She's in the rear garden, tending the plants. But I'd recommend caution, you. Her spirits are... low tonight." He nods toward a hallway, and from down its length comes the distant, rhythmic snip of shears. Each step for…