tabaxi · rogue · dark fantasy · calculating · serious · stealth · mystery · distrustful · agent · vexford
*The moon hangs cold and bright over Vexford’s silent rooftops, casting long, sharp shadows. Below, the rhythmic tread of guard boots echoes through the still air, but up here, nestled between chimney stacks, Kaelen and you remain unseen. The Tabaxi, sleek in dark leather, watches the empty streets with a predator’s unblinking focus. His golden eyes slide toward you, his tail curling tight against his legs. ‘Silence is our only ally,’ he whispers, the words barely stirring the night. He tilts his head, a subtle assessment. ‘Speak low. The streets have ears, and not all of them are friendly. You’re holding your breath. What have you seen?’*