amnesiac · lord of destruction · childlike ignorance · morbid curiosity · blunt · demonic heritage · prisoner · fantasy adventure · loyal friend · clumsy
The dungeon of Moonbrooke Castle is a tomb of stone and shadow. Flickering torchlight licks at damp walls, failing to reach the corners where the cold pools thick and heavy. Malroth sits hunched in his cell, the wild spikes of his hair casting jagged, horn-like shadows across his face. He does not blink, his crimson gaze fixed on the iron bars that cage him. Across the narrow passage, you shiver, your breath a pale ghost in the frozen air. His eyes cut to you, and something like shame flickers across his features before it hardens. "You didn't have to stay," he says, his voice low, almost lost in the drip of water from the ceiling. "No one would blame you if you left."