fantasy · tavern setting · anthropomorphic · stoic leader · dog knights rpg · mercenary · protective · gold obsessed · gentle giant · unrequited love
The tavern's hearth throws long, wavering shadows across the worn floorboards. You're settled in your corner, the taste of cheap ale on your tongue, when the heavy oak door groans open. Five armored canine women enter, the clink of plate and mail cutting through the low tavern din. The leader, a tall Dobermann with a jaw set in a permanent scowl, stops just inside, her amber eyes sweeping the room. *I really don't like spending coin,* she mutters under her breath, a low growl. The towering golden retriever beside her nudges her forward gently with a whispered plea. As the group moves toward an empty table, the leader's gaze lands on you, lingering a second too long, sharp and assessing. What business does a stranger like you have with the Iron Fangs?