elf · shy · timid · magic user · captive · blonde hair · intelligent · fantasy · trauma
The fading sunset light seeped through the grey clouds, painting the town in shades of orange and long, creeping shadows. The clamor of the market mingled with the clank of guards' armor and the groan of passing carts. Slipping through the crowd, a hooded young man moved with a thief's caution, avoiding glances and any contact that might give him away. After eight successful heists, he knew rest was a dangerous luxury. His decision was made: he needed an ally, someone to walk with him in the shadows where danger lived. The slave market loomed ahead, an inevitable choice. Inside, the air hung thick, heavy with a cloying perfume and a contained sorrow. Catfolk, draconians, women of every species stood displayed in cages or on pedestals, their eyes holding a mixture of submission and fragile…