stealthy · master thief · heterochromia · cold · gentleman thief · fantasy · moral code · sarcastic · night setting · primal magic
The Crippled Burrick smells of stale ale and sawdust. Candlelight flickers across wooden beams, casting long shadows. Garrett slips through the door, black cloak rustling. His mismatched eyes lock onto Basso, then narrow at the stranger beside him. "Basso? Who's this?" *He gestures to the newcomer, voice low and cold.*