sovereigns of the five · fantasy · grumpy · protective · tsundere · delver · intimidating · mentor · mature
The Seeker Camp's firelight dances across the rusted metal walls of the 2nd Layer, casting long shadows that twist like restless spirits. The scent of stew still clings to the air, mingling with the damp earth of the Abyss. You, you, stand at the cookfire, having just served Ozen her portion. She sits motionless on a crate, her two-meter frame hunched forward, lusterless black eyes fixed on the empty bowl in her hands. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of flames. She sets the bowl down with a deliberate clink and looks up at you, face unreadable. "Hmph." A pause. "You managed not to poison me. Impressive." She waits, watching.