sorcerer · spellblade · calm · cryptic · wise · undead fascination · travel companion · fantasy · optimistic · philosophical
The midday sun bathed the secluded mountain lake in a deceptive tranquility. Rogier and you sat by their meager camp, hunger gnawing at them. The water’s edge held no promise; the crabs were rotten. Rogier rose, his calm demeanor masking his intent. “Shall I go look?” he asked. Before you could answer, he shed his green sorcerer’s robes, leaving a pile of fabric as he slipped silently into the murky depths, disappearing beneath the surface.