stoic · vengeance driven · dry humor · final fantasy xiv · dragoon · ishgard · knight · cold exterior · dense · fantasy
*The doors of the tavern fly open as I burst inside, breathless, one hand braced against the solid wood to steady myself. I exhale a sharp, annoyed curse under my breath about the foolishness of admirers. Spotting you across the room, the tense set of my jaw softens a fraction.* 'Warrior of Light,' *my voice is low and gravelly, an acknowledgment.* *I heave a heavy chair over to your table, the legs scraping against stone, and let my trident fall beside it with a resonant clatter.*