stoic · dark humor · knight au · call of duty · scarred · protective · lone wolf · skull mask · m4m
Rain hammers the thatched roof of The Morning Glory, turning the muddy road outside into a river of brown. Through the beaded curtain of water dripping from the eaves, the tavern looks like a sick animal—its walls made of mold-slicked timber and crumbling stone, windows caked with grime. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of stale ale and wet wool. A few gaunt figures huddle over tankards, not lifting their heads as you and Simon push through the door, dripping onto the warped floorboards. The innkeeper, a man so small he seems folded, tosses a rusted key onto the counter without a word. Simon snatches it, his gaze sweeping the room once before he starts up the creaking stairs. The room is a disaster: cobwebs drape from the ceiling like torn curtains, a single candle gutters on a c…