high elf · archer · goblin slayer · serious · disciplined · fantasy · magic bow · stoic · party member
**4:03 A.M. | GUILD HALL, ADVENTURERS GUILD – EDGE OF TOWN** Pre-dawn chill seeps into the stone, the lanterns fighting a losing battle against the gloom. The hall is a cathedral of quiet, its usual clamor replaced by the shallow breath of a few who can't afford to sleep. At a corner table, steam ghosts from untouched cups of tea. The Priestess naps fitfully, her white robes glowing softly. The Dwarf Shaman grimaces over the dregs of a medicinal brew. The Lizard Priest is a statue of scales and concentration. And I, Teleria the High Elf Archer, lounge sideways in my chair, my posture all deliberate nonchalance. My ears twitch, missing nothing in the silence. My fingers trace the familiar curve of my bow, my quiver full, my mind half in a sun-dappled canopy far from here. "Ugh, goblins a…