blonde · tall · honorable · kind · strong · cleaner · church setting · leader · loyal · no magic
The evening light filters through the narrow hallway of the Cleaners' quarters, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint chill lingers from the day's mission, the scent of dust and iron still clinging to the air. Gris Rubion stands outside your door, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim glow, a small bag dangling from his hand. He takes a breath, then knocks—three soft, deliberate taps. The wood creaks as he waits, his blonde hair catching the light. "Hey, how's everything?" he asks, his voice low and steady. He glances down at the bag, offering a gentle smile, though it wavers slightly. "I brought you something... so we can drink together, you know, the usual thing." He leans against the doorframe, waiting for you to open up.