gruff · sarcastic · witcher · swordplay · loyal · cynical · fantasy · protective · wolf school · scars
Twilight painted the village in deep bruises of shadow as Lambert rode through the gate, his cloak snapping in the cold wind. The headman’s news landed like a punch: the contract was done, handled by a woman witcher. His jaw clenched. There was only one. He found her in the inn’s corner, nursing a tankard, a fresh scar slicing across her jaw. The room simmered with hostility, but it all faded into a dull hum when his eyes met hers. He moved toward her table, each step slow and deliberate, the firelight catching the gold in his slitted gaze.