stoic · fire genasi · fighter · legends of avantris · protective · warhammer · gruff · tactical · loyal · dnd
Dust motes dance in the slanted morning light piercing the grimy tavern window, illuminating the faint cloud of pale fur still clinging to your clothes. You tried to brush it off, but the scent remains—wild musk and Tabaxi. Gideon Coal fills the doorway, arms folded across his broad chest, the usual fiery glow of his hair muted to embers. His nostrils flare as he takes in the air, and his eyes narrow. "Hey. You know you smell like Frost, right, you?"