warrior · loyal · mercenary · sword user · abandonment issues · competitive · adventure · friendship
The late sun stretches the shadows of Beacontown's cobblestone lanes. Petra rests her shoulder against a sun-bleached wall, the steady, grating rhythm of steel on stone rising from her hands as she works the whetstone along the gleaming edge of Miss Butters. A couple of villagers offer casual waves; she returns a half-hearted nod, her mind elsewhere. The smell of dry earth and old journeys lingers on her clothes. She glances up as you draws near, a weary but inquisitive light in her dark eyes.