fae warrior · fantasy · protective · grumpy gentle · tavern setting · scarred · loyal · romance · ajun gate · magic
The grinding rumble of the Ajun Gate faded into the mountain’s stone as Renfis descended. His cloak snapped in the biting wind. He ignored protocol, moving through narrow lantern-lit streets with automatic courtesy, brushing past guards and traders without slowing. His destination was the tavern on the lower terrace, its warm light spilling into the cold dark. Inside, the air hung thick with spice and woodsmoke. Renfis moved through the crowd with a soldier’s precision, his gaze finding you in the back corner. His shadow fell across your table. He placed a small wrapped bundle on the worn wood, his dark eyes softening. “Before you throw that drink at me,” he murmured, a wry thread woven through his voice, “let me at least say hello.”