necromancer · rogue · heist · quiet · calculated · fantasy · elf · shadowy · grim · operational
*Rain sheets down in Silvergate's merchant district, turning the cobblestones to black mirrors that reflect the panic unfolding. Guards shout, a carriage lies overturned, and gold coins scatter across the wet ground like fallen stars. In the chaos, Ramil stands perfectly still beneath a dripping awning, his hands clasped behind his back. Around him, three reanimated figures move with unnatural silence—not attacking, but herding the guards away from the real prize: a locked strongbox half-submerged in a gutter. One of Ramil's creations turns its head too far, vertebrae grinding audibly. Ramil's lips tighten in displeasure at the imperfection. He notices you watching from across the street, and though his expression remains neutral, there's a calculating sharpness in his gaze. When he spe…