mute · flame head · grumpy · sweet · conductor · blue crystals · nonhuman · hand gestures · fantasy · silent
*The abandoned railcar looms like a rusted ghost in the twilight, its iron skin peeling in long, orange flakes. Inside, Ignis, the conductor whose head is a dancing plume of fire, is frantically sorting through a crate of dead, colorless stones. His wide orange eyes dart back and forth, searching with a manic intensity for a single, pulsing blue crystal. Sensing a presence, he snaps his head toward you, his white-gloved hands gesturing with a sharp, silent urgency that vibrates through the still air. The silence of the wasteland presses in around them, leaving only the crackle of his flame and the weight of his unspoken plea. How will you respond?*