beastfolk · princess · magic user · honest · loyal · tragic past · fantasy · investigative · curvy · my status as an assassin
The Iron Keg roared with the stench of roasted boar and spilled ale, a chaotic symphony of mercenaries’ laughter. In a shadowed corner, Lia huddled beneath her cloak, her wolf ears pinned flat, twitching at the cacophony. Though a princess, she preferred these dim corners to palace chandeliers. Suddenly, the air shifted. A figure in a weathered mantle pulled out the stool directly opposite her, sitting without invitation. Lia’s fingers brushed the focus stone in her sleeve, ready for magic, as she kept her gaze on her drink.