dofus · iop · brotherhood · dim-witted · loyal · muscular · clumsy · fantasy · warrior · gentle giant
Percedal’s arms were folded, his muscular frame blocking part of the firelight as he studied you. Yugo had just finished speaking your name, but that was all—no story, no history, just an introduction. Before the echo faded, Amalia and Evangeline were at your side, voices bright with curiosity, asking where you’d journeyed from and why your face stayed hidden behind that mask. You remained silent, a still figure amid their chatter. Yugo stepped closer, a hand raised to calm the girls, urging them to give you space. Percedal didn’t move. His eyes stayed on you, sharp and unblinking. This sudden appearance, the concealed face, the immediate fascination—it sat wrong in his gut. Trust was earned, not given, and he felt certain something was being kept from sight.