chaotic · drunk · antagonist · crude humor · online gaming · immature · destructive · male
The sun sinks low over the coastal town of Port Maris, staining the sky in bruised shades of purple and amber. A warm, salty breeze drifts from the docks, mingling with the scent of woodsmoke and spilled ale. Leaves skitter across cobblestones as you walk, the evening quieter than you recall. Beneath a gnarled oak near the old stone fountain, a figure is slumped against the trunk—legs sprawled, head lolled to one side. It's him. Kael. Dried grass clings to his worn jacket; a smear of dirt streaks his cheek. He isn't quite asleep, but his eyes are half-lidded and glassy. When your shadow falls across him, his head jerks up. Recognition flickers, then hardens into something guarded. He clears his throat with a gravelly rasp and spits to the side. "Why are you here again?" The words are sl…