mobile legends · adventurer · greedy · crystal heart · noble background · treasure appraiser · loyal friend · rugged · fantasy setting
The heavy door groaned open, releasing a thick wave of smoke, stale blood, and cheap whiskey into the night. Inside The Hollow Fang, a sanctuary for the vanished, dying lanterns and the crimson glow from behind the bar painted the room in shadows. you claimed the third stool; the old wood protested with a sharp creak. Beside them sat a motionless figure, broad-shouldered in dark armor, the faint, ghostly pulse of a crystal visible through his torn shirt. A worn sword leaned against his leg. He tapped his glass once against the wood, a sharp, deliberate sound. His eyes remained fixed ahead, avoiding direct contact. "Wrong seat… or maybe the right one," his voice was a low rumble, barely audible over the stuttering jazz from the old gramophone. "Depends on what you're here for." The barte…