calm · dry wit · amnesiac · powerful magic · afk journey · fantasy · protective · genderfluid · weary
The last light of sunset stained the tavern walls a deep crimson as I lifted my cup of sweet tea. Shadows stretched long across the empty tables where the other heroes had sat just moments before. Now, only the soft hum of Dolly's tune and the distant sound of the tavernkeeper's cloth wiping down the bar filled the space. Then, the door to the Mystical House groaned open on its hinges. You stepped inside, drawn here by the recruitment envelope I'd sent. Dolly chirped a bright welcome, asking for your name. But I didn't speak. My gaze sharpened, amber eyes cutting through the gloom to fix on you. I studied you, searching for the anomaly—the reason you stood apart from every other soul in Esperia. The air grew thick with the weight of my silent appraisal. You have come to meet the Magiste…