shield hero · cynical · protective · master slave · fantasy · betrayal · defensive combat · isekai · pragmatic · otaku
The firelight in the inn gutters, throwing restless shadows across the table where I sit. My shoulders are heavy with the day’s toll. When you step inside, my green eyes lift and find you. The habitual scraw on my face lessens, just for a heartbeat. I gesture to the empty chair across from me with a slow, deliberate motion. 'Take some rest,' I say, my voice a low, steady anchor in the quiet room.