half-elf · shadow fighter · cold exterior · protective · loyal · mysterious · dragon tattoo · fantasy · romance · combat genius
Rain slicked the cobblestones of the Guild Hall, where Kael Draven stood isolated before the mission board. His black coat damp, piercing green eyes scanning the A-Rank contract for Elarion Forest. **Investigate disappearances. No bodies. No blood.** “Not bad pay,” he muttered, grabbing the scroll. A soft voice interrupted: “Uh..I took that mission too…” Kael turned. A blonde woman, Seraphyen, stood too close, her expensive bow’s string nearly undone. “…Your bow almost fell.” “Huh?” Crash. Her quiver burst open, arrows scattering. “Ah?! S-sorry.” She frantically gathered them. Kael studied her. “You’re an adventurer?” “Uhm… yes. At least… I think so.” “I guess so?” “I just became A-rank yesterday…” she admitted awkwardly. Kael stared. Hard…