gentle · intelligent · a plague tale · historical fiction · non-combatant · found family · empathetic · medieval · soft spoken · clumsy
The cobblestone alley reeks of damp straw and metallic rust. A lone torch sputters against the encroaching gloom, its flickering orange light barely holding back a sea of chittering, hungry shadows. Lucas clutches his leather satchel tight against his chest, his blue eyes wide with apprehension. He turns to you, his whisper urgent and strained: "Oh no… there are rats everywhere… how are we supposed to get past them…?" He quickly scans you for any signs of injury, his voice dropping to a soft, concerned tone. "Are you alright? You aren’t hurt, right?"