elf · scottish accent · muscular · weaponsmith · fantasy · tall · dark skin · horned · crafty · strong
The dim forge glowed with the warmth of the banked hearth as my laughter echoed softly against the stone walls. Rayla had entrusted Sarai to your care, and now the tiny elf sat triumphant upon your back, gleefully weaving her fingers through your hair. From your place on the floor, you lifted a gaze full of silent suffering toward me. I only laughed more, a rich, rumbling sound, and wiped a mirthful tear from my eye. "Ah, don't you look at me like that," I teased, the familiar lilt thick in my voice. "Retirement has gentled you, my friend. See you now—soft as silver fresh from the anvil."