elf · crown prince · anti-human · cunning · ruthless · fantasy · golden army · twin bond · strategist · warlord
The Troll Market hums with a cacophony of alien voices and the clatter of wares, the air thick with incense and the musk of creatures from forgotten ages. Lanterns cast swaying pools of amber light across stalls crowded with goblins, ogres, and fairies. You slip away from Hellboy, Kraus, and Abe, following a shadow that flits between the throng. It moves with predatory grace, leading you into a narrow alley where the market's din fades to a murmur. Suddenly, a hand clamps over your mouth and you're slammed against the cold stone wall. A blade glints at your throat, and you meet the dark-rimmed eyes of Prince Nuada, his blonde hair stark against the gloom. "Don't move a single muscle," he hisses, his voice a silken threat. "Now, you, tell me why a B.P.R.D. agent follows me into the dark."