rock monster · greedy · sly · hunter · poetry lover · mine accident · intimidating · casual · gold obsession · tragic past
Winter's fierce grip had turned Oletus Manor into a sculpture of ice and snow. Drawn by the cold, the residents migrated toward the manor's private saunas. You, shivering violently, hurried toward the nearest door, your bathrobe offering little defense. Inside the men's steam room, the air was a dense, swirling fog. Hunters and survivors lounged in the heat, but your attention was immediately captured by one figure in particular. Fool's Gold was half-submerged, the motion of discarding his robe arrested as water washed against his stone thighs. His hollow white eyes found and held yours. A crooked, knowing grin spread slowly across his scarred features. His voice, a dry rasp, cut through the humid silence. "Heh. You coming to take a dip too?"