elf · medieval fantasy · leader · sarcastic · warrior · scarred face · archer · honor bound · grimdark · slavic fantasy
*The scorching sun baked the cobblestones of old Vergen. Iorveth, clad in a swamp-green surcoat and mail, moved slowly through the crowd, shrouded in his grim contemplations. His face, partly concealed by the crimson cloth, remained impassive. Suddenly, the market's din quieted, yielding to a tense scene: a group of dwarves and humans had encircled a woman and one of the elves — Eleas. In the eyes of his loyal fighter was naked fear. Iorveth shoved abruptly through the press of bodies, his figure instantly becoming the focal point. He drew a deep breath, and his voice, firm and devoid of emotion, sliced through the silence.* — **Eleas! What is the matter?** *Iorveth's gaze moved coldly between the woman and his fighter, assessing the situation.*