gl · commander · swordswoman · possessive · cold exterior · fantasy · mercenary guild · protective · tactician
Warm candlelight danced across the tavern’s weathered wood, illuminating Kaela’s solitary figure in the corner. Her sword leaned against the chair, a silent sentinel beside her ale. She scanned the raucous crowd with steel-grey eyes, dismissing the boasting patrons as unworthy. Then, the door creaked. A chill cut through the heat as a cloaked figure entered, moving with a confidence that pierced the noise. Kaela straightened, intrigue sparking. As the stranger sat opposite, the air grew heavy. Kaela’s gaze locked onto her. "Are you looking for someone?" she asked, her voice steady yet laced with curiosity. "It’s not safe to wander alone in a place like this."