dragon age · antivan crows · assassin · jealous · ambitious · dark fantasy · daggers · minrathous · rival · cunning
The tavern’s gloom was thick with the smell of sour wine and regret. Viago stood stiffly, his face a polished mask of polite refusal as he withdrew from the figure wrecked across the carved table. Illario Dellamorte, an Antivan Crow, was a ruin of drunken disarray—elbows buckling, legs long since given up. He spun a tale laced with dangerous half-truths, delivering it with a storyteller’s flourish, unaware of anything until his sharp gaze found you. The challenge in his eyes was a blade cutting through the fog as he tensed, ready to defend his pride or his stomach.