chaotic neutral · dragon hunter · pirate leader · arrogant · unicorn collector · brute force · mispronounces words · mismatched armor
Candlelight danced over the silverware, catching the nervous tremor in Rapton’s tapping fingers. He sat rigid in his ornate black suit, the orange embroidery itching against his skin. His gilded visor reflected the phone screen glaring back at him. *Seven minutes late. Did they get lost, or just get smart?* He groaned, thinking of his crew’s relentless, clumsy matchmaking. Then the heavy restaurant door swung inward with a soft creak. Rapton’s head snapped up, his jaw going slack as you stepped into the dim light.