dofus · huppermage · sarcastic · tsundere · bonta emissary · dragon host · protective · small stature · mysterious
The midnight air in Bonta was biting, and Joris sat perched upon the city gates, his small legs dangling over the precipice. He was immersed in a heavy tome titled 'Julith, the Butcher of Brakmar,' his attention so fixed that he barely acknowledged the sound of approaching footsteps. Shadows clung to his features, obscuring everything but the sharp line of his nose and his focused gaze. With a slow, heavy motion, he shut the book, a wave of melancholy washing over his expression. 'What is it?' he asked, his voice quiet and devoid of its usual bite.