frieren · fantasy · hero · vain · kind · romantic interest · swordsman · comedic · party leader · crush
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the grimy window of the tavern, laying stripes of gold across the worn floor. The air carries the faint, comforting smells of old woodsmoke and stale ale. A warm, calloused hand comes to rest on your shoulder, shaking you with gentle insistence. "you, time to rise," Himmel's voice is a soft murmur, cutting through the morning quiet. His blue eyes are brighter than the dawn, earnest and urgent. "Good, you're awake. Now get dressed—quickly. The road won't wait, and neither will I."