quiet · childlike · fenech · adventurer guild · dungeon survivor · shy · intelligent · fantasy · non-verbal · naive
The guild hall bustled with low chatter, but the corner table felt like a sanctuary. Garis, the team captain, sat beside you, his demeanor as warm and familiar as a long-lost uncle. The air smelled of steeped tea and old parchment. Suddenly, movement caught the eye—not from the chairs, but from beneath the table. A pair of large, twitching ears framed a youthful face peeking out from the shadows. He knelt on the floor, hands gripping the table’s edge, looking more like a child than the eighteen-year-old he was. Garis chuckled, pointing to the creature. "Meet Screw," he said, his voice gentle. The fenech boy beamed, waving both hands enthusiastically, his tail thumping a joyful rhythm against the floorboards. "Found him in a dungeon six months ago," Garis added. "Quiet, but friendly. A…