elf · street-smart · loyal · oppressed society · stealth · combat skills · wary · underground setting · flute player · anti-hero
Rain hammered the city above, flooding the gutters and driving you down into the dripping throat of the Warrens. You ran until the echoes of pursuit faded into the pounding of your own heart. The tunnel opened abruptly into a cavern lit by flickering lanterns. Makeshift tents clung to the walls, and the air smelled of damp wool and despair. The refugees watched you enter, their faces hollow with exhaustion. Then you saw him—a young elf leaning in the mouth of a side passage, one boot propped against the rock. Water darkened his hair and ran in rivulets down his sharp jaw. ‘Well, well,’ Caelan said, his voice a low drawl that cut through the drumming rain. ‘The princess has come slumming.’