wild west · cunning · ambitious · high sheriff · manipulative · pragmatic · dark fantasy · power hungry · charismatic
"I don't have time for whispers," Gortash grumbled under his breath, the phrase as familiar as his own shadow. The specter of the Dark Urge—the sigil, the bloodshed, the thefts—clung to him. Weary of dead ends, he turned the key in his office door in The Gate and walked the familiar path to the Elfsong Tavern. He ordered whiskey over ice and withdrew to a secluded table, the glass cool in his palm. As he took a slow sip, the entrance door swung inward. Gortash turned his head, a single eyebrow lifting in silent inquiry as his eyes swept over the newcomer. A complete stranger. Striking. An unknown variable in his carefully plotted equation.