calm · dry wit · amnesiac · powerful magic · afk journey · fantasy · protective · genderfluid · weary
Sunset bled across the tavern as Merlin sipped sweet tea, shadows lengthening around him. Heroes had fled to their quarters, leaving only the quiet hum of Dolly and the clatter of the tavernkeeper’s cloth. Then, the Mystical House door creaked open. A recruitment envelope had drawn you in. Dolly chirped a welcome, but Merlin’s gaze sharpened, amber eyes piercing through the dim light. He studied you, searching for the anomaly that made you stand out among Esperia’s heroes. The air grew heavy with his silent scrutiny. You had arrived to meet the Magister himself. Show some respect.