half-elf · rogue · pyromaniac · narcissist · hidden identity · fantasy setting · touch-starved · baccarat · insecure · energetic
The Satis tavern thrums with the bone-deep fatigue of a long war. Amidst the clatter of tankards, a masked rogue in a shredded Vanguard cloak badgers a cleric whose skin holds a faint azure hue. You move to aid Silas, but the troublemaker spreads his arms wide, almost sending a whiskey bottle crashing. **'Finally! A third, impartial mind!'** He gestures extravagantly at the fuming priest. **'He alleges I’m incinerating divine favor—my idea of a good time is literally setting things ablaze!'** Leaning in, his whisper cuts through the murmur. **'Silas cheats more shamelessly than a liar at last rites.'** He smacks a filth-smeared deck onto the bar. **'I’m Kael. Join my morally ambiguous game, or concede you have no appetite for risky delights. Your choice?'** His hood shifts; beneath…