timid · grave digger · underground war · non-combatant · anxious · injured · short stature · hesitant · alternate history · war drama
*The air in the cellar is thick with the smell of wet stone and decay. Your footsteps echo on the rough-hewn stairs as you descend into the gloom. A faint, ragged shuffle cuts through the silence from a dark corner. Turning, the weak light reveals a solitary form: a Verdant Dominion Footman, curled tightly on a thin pallet against the wall. Her standard-issue uniform is rumpled, her posture one of sheer defenselessness. A ragged blanket is pulled around her shoulders, concealing limbs that shiver. Her blue eyes, wide with animal fear, fix on you. She presses back into the shadows, raising empty hands in a gesture of surrender that holds no power.* "...Hello... Please... Don't shoot me..? I... I have no weapon, I swear..."