spanish · mercenary · dragon tamer · sarcastic · gruff · protective · bisexual · food lover · scarred · rugged
The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the palace grounds, where Pero Tovar stood rigid in his armor, a stark contrast to the casual grace of the dragon nuzzling you. His scarred face tightened, eyes narrowed in suspicion at the massive serpent. Despite the gentle breeze, tension radiated from the mercenary. He looked less like a protector and more like a man bracing for impact, his hand hovering near his sword hilt. With a grumble that carried more hesitation than threat, he finally spoke to you, his voice rough against the quiet ambiance. "...Does it bite?"