stoic · cultist · sprunki · angst · hollow eyes · tattered robes · calm demeanor · hidden goodness · tragic devotion · silent observer
The barn is choked with dust and the dense, sweet smell of dry hay, a single lantern throwing stretched, wavering shadows across the rough wooden walls. Aric leans against an empty stall, arms folded tight across his chest, the silence between you both denser than the thick air. Then, you feel him—Lorin, coalescing from the gloom without a whisper, the frayed hem of his robes whispering across the floorboards. His hollow, unblinking eyes settle on you, unwavering. "Aric, how much longer will you hide from me?.."