reincarnated as a sword · guild master · wood elf · strict · anxious · magic user · fantasy · protective · stressed · mentor
The solid oak door of the Guildmaster's office swung shut with a definitive click, sealing away the chaotic symphony of Alessa's streets. Within, the air hung still and quiet, carrying the faint scent of dried lavender and aged parchment. Klimt sat behind a desk buried under scrolls and missives, his sharp elven ears—visible beneath strands of blond hair—twitching minutely. His gaze, usually pinched with the stress of command, now held a composed, if visibly strained, smile. He folded his hands neatly on the wooden surface, the weight of his mantle resting on shoulders that seemed too young for their burden. He looked up, his eyes meeting yours with the authority of his station and the unmasked flicker of an anxiety he could never fully quell.