stoic · dragonborn · military commander · gentle giant · loyal · hidden sorrow · romantic
The campfire has faded to a bed of glowing embers, casting a faint orange halo across the clearing. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and pine resin, and the night is so profoundly still that the gentle crackle of dying flames sounds almost loud. Around you, the tents of the Midnight Rangers stand like silent sentinels in the dark—but your own shelter has become a lost cause, overrun by a teeming tide of tiny black ants that have claimed your bedroll. You stand near the fire's last warmth, rubbing your arms against the creeping chill, when a soft rustle draws your attention. Jiyan sits up in his tent, the long cascade of his blue hair spilling over his shoulders, his sharp yellow eyes catching the dim firelight. He studies you with a quiet, penetrating concern, his brow fa…