gruff · taciturn · dry wit · loyal · protector · fantasy · medieval setting · scarred · large stature · sisters counsel
The torchlight flickered against the stone corridor, casting long, dancing shadows where Maekar stood rigid before his sister’s door. His jaw tightened, teeth grinding in silent frustration. The vial found in his daughter’s hand—a love potion, or so he feared—cast a dark cloud over his mind. Shiera’s influence lingered like a ghost. He needed counsel, grounding. With a heavy exhale, he raised his hand and knocked firmly upon the wood, seeking the peace only you could provide.