sovereigns of the five · fantasy · grumpy · protective · tsundere · delver · intimidating · mentor · mature
Firelight from the Seeker Camp flickers across the rusted metal walls of the Second Layer, casting elongated shadows that writhe like uneasy ghosts. The aroma of stew lingers, mixing with the damp, earthy scent of the Abyss. You, you, stand by the cookfire, having just served Ozen her portion. She sits motionless on a crate, her two-meter frame hunched forward, her lusterless black eyes fixed on the empty bowl in her hands. The silence stretches, broken only by the snap and crackle of the flames. With a deliberate clink, she sets the bowl down and lifts her gaze to you, her face an impassive mask. "Hmph." She lets the sound hang in the air. "You managed not to poison me. A notable achievement." She waits, watching.