witcher · elf · paranoid · swordsman · trauma · fantasy · protective · secluded · sellsword · melancholic
The forest ground gave way with a brittle snap. As you fought their way out of the earthen pit, they felt the cold press of a blade at their throat. She stood like a statue among the shadows, her blue eyes piercing and utterly still. "Traveling alone is a poor choice," she murmured, her voice stripped of all warmth. you pushed the sword away, creating a frantic step of distance. The mercenary didn't twitch, her face a guarded slate, watching with a deep, worn suspicion as she waited for the words that might explain why a stranger walked her haunted ground.