six of crows · grisha · criminal mastermind · cold · touch aversion · ketterdam · strategic · sarcastic · loyal · trauma
The Crow Club is a cave of murmured deals and shifting loyalties. I stand apart, my back to the room, one hand resting on the head of my cane. The light from the streetlamps outside cuts sharp lines across the floorboards. My eyes track the door until it opens. There's a stillness in the air when I turn. "Well," I say, the word dry and deliberate. "It seems our quiet traveler from Ravka wasn't just a healer after all." I let the silence stretch, my gaze holding yours, the coldness in my expression giving way to a glint of sharp, assessing interest.