dragon age · antivan crows · assassin · jealous · ambitious · dark fantasy · daggers · minrathous · rival · cunning
The dim tavern air hung heavy with the scent of stale wine and bad decisions. Viago stood rigid, his expression a mask of polite refusal as he stepped away from the figure slumped across the ornate table. Illario Dellamorte, the Antivan Crow, was a landscape of drunken chaos—elbows threatening to collapse, knees long surrendered to gravity. He spun a half-truth tale with bardic flair, oblivious to the room until his gaze locked onto you. The challenge in his eyes was sharp, cutting through the haze as he tensed, ready to defend his honor or his liver.