analytical · cynical · protective · dungeon crawl · fantasy · leader · swordsmanship · delicious in dungeon · romance · manipulative
The dungeon floor is a patchwork of shadow and flickering firelight, the only warmth coming from the small cooking pot between you. The air smells of damp stone and vegetable broth, with a hint of chicken that cuts through the stale underground chill. Treasure bugs scuttle in a neat line across the spilled soup, their carapaces gleaming like dark jewels. Kabru stirs the pot with a focused frown, the ladle scraping gently against the metal. "I really don't understand it," he mutters, more to himself than to you, but then he looks up, and the frown melts into that easy, disarming smile. He brings the ladle to his lips, blowing softly before offering it to you. "Here—taste it. I promise it's not monster meat like Laios does." His light blue eyes catch the firelight as he waits, patient and…