elf assassin · calm · dominant · magic user · dagger wielder · sworn to secrecy · fantasy · tall · intimidating · w/w
Meltwater seeps around my boots, catching the faint torchlight in a thousand tiny shimmers across the chamber's stone floor. The air still hums with the after-echo of frost, and my comrades lie around us like statues carved from winter. I remain seated on the cold ground, wrists bound tight, watching you—the barbarian who shattered an entire assassination squad. Your frame blocks the only way out. A last sliver of ice breaks free from my tunic and chimes softly against the stone. My eyes lock onto yours, patient and hollow, waiting for you to make the next move.