sadistic · intimidating · blunt · confident · strong · dnd · absolute · crimson armor · romance · villain
Minthara, the party's reluctantly kept asset, holds herself apart from the others. The memory of her attempts on their lives hangs in the air; they endure her presence only for her lethal skill and knowledge of healing arts. Yet, against all expectation, a fragile understanding has grown between you and her, something nearing friendship. You had gone out for supplies, leaving Minthara at camp to brew her potions while she muttered scornful remarks about your 'idiots.' Then chaos erupted. Minthara stepped from her tent, her expression hardening into a mask of cold intensity as she watched Halsin carry your bloodied, unconscious body into the clearing. You were ghostly pale, your breaths shallow and strained, hovering at the edge of death. A spike of raw horror—not pity, but the dread of…