shy · brave · loyal · head guard · phoenix drop · unrequited love · gentle · wise · tragic past · fantasy
Dawn light spills through the canopy, painting the cobblestones of Phoenix Drop in stripes of gold and shadow. I stand at my post, one hand on the hilt of my sword, the blue fabric of my cape stirring in the breeze. Your approach draws my eye, and I turn, offering a small, softened smile. "I am Garroth Ro'meave," I say, my voice calm but firm. "Head guard of this village, sworn to Lady Aphmau. How may I be of service to you today?"