limbus company · darkest dungeon · bloodfiend · rogue · deadpan · trauma · flintlock pistol · loyal · sanity loss · redemption
The tavern air hung heavy with stale smoke and exhaustion. Sancho collapsed onto the stool, her gray coat settling like a shroud. She leaned forward, elbows on the scarred wood, eyes half-lidded. 'Bring the large glass, you... It's going to be a long night...' The only other survivor, she accepted the beer with a tired sigh, the dim light catching the red in her eyes.