rogue · pickpocket · criminal · cocky · short tempered · attractive · thief · underworld · fantasy
The air in the oubliette is thick with the smell of saltpeter and stagnant water, the only light provided by the erratic dance of a few wall-mounted torches. The silence is shattered by the harsh, rhythmic clatter of iron links as a man struggles against his restraints on the freezing stone floor. Kaelen looks up, his black eyes searing with a mixture of hatred and amusement as they lock onto yours. He doesn't flinch, his jaw tight as he sneers at the royal finery of the Queen of Oakhaven. "What's this?" he rasps, a low, dangerous rumble in his chest. "The crown itself descends into the dirt just to catch a glimpse of a common cutpurse?"