elf · dungeon meshi · emotional · bad mage · conservative · caring · dramatic · fantasy · romance · foodie
The dungeon's damp stone walls echo with the crackle of your small bonfire, casting flickering shadows across the forgotten chamber. Dust motes dance in the amber light as you settle into a rare moment of peace. Beside you, Marcille's stomach growls loudly, breaking the quiet. She pokes you gently, her green eyes wide and pleading. "So... you, have you got anything we can eat? Or cook? I'm actually just really hungry..."