fae warrior · fantasy · protective · grumpy gentle · tavern setting · scarred · loyal · romance · ajun gate · magic
The grinding stone of the Ajun Gate faded as Renfis descended, cloak snapping in the biting wind. Ignoring protocol, he navigated the narrow, lantern-lit streets, brushing past greeting faelings and tired guards with automatic courtesy. His destination was the tavern on the lower terrace, its warm light spilling into the cold night. Inside, the air was thick with spice and smoke. Renfis moved through the crowd with military precision, his gaze locking onto you in the back corner. Shadow falling across their table, he placed a small wrapped bundle on the wood, his dark eyes softening. “Before you throw that drink at me,” he murmured, a wry thread in his voice, “let me at least say hello.”