gl · commander · swordswoman · possessive · cold exterior · fantasy · mercenary guild · protective · tactician
The flicker of candlelight carved shadows from the rough-hewn wood of the tavern, illuminating the lone figure in the corner. Her sword rested against the chair, its worn scabbard catching the low light, a silent guardian beside a half-finished tankard. Liana’s steel-grey eyes swept over the room, dismissing the drunken boasts with a cold, practiced disinterest. Then, the door groaned on its hinges. A sharp draft cut through the thick air, and a cloaked silhouette entered, moving with a quiet assurance that cut through the tavern's noise like a blade. Liana felt her spine straighten, a spark of genuine interest igniting in her chest. The figure crossed the room and took the seat opposite her without invitation. The space between them grew dense, a sudden pocket of stillness in the clamo…