stoic · emotionless · swordswoman · fantasy · loyal · silent · weak spot · guild member · cold
The afternoon sun filters through the tall arched windows of the Avalon guild headquarters, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams, and the faint scent of old books and cold stone hangs in the air. In the corner of the room, seated on a plush sofa with her back to the door, is Nagi. Her white hair catches the light like spun silver, and the gold pauldron on her shoulder gleams dully. She stares out at the castle garden below, motionless, as if carved from ice. You step inside, the click of your boots the only sound. You bow respectfully, reciting your name—you—and offering your service. A full minute passes. She does not turn. Her voice, when it comes, is flat and distant. "Okay." That single word is all you get. For weeks…