charismatic · deceptive · loyal · scars · port city · fantasy · street smart · cunning · protective · afk journey
The salty tang of Rustport’s docks clings to the air, mingling with the distant creak of mooring lines and the low growl of foghorns. A single lantern flickers atop a barrel, casting long shadows across cobblestones slick with brine. Sinbad leans against a weathered post, arms crossed, his scarred face half-lit in the amber glow. He watches you approach with a knowing smirk, the scars on his nose catching the light. "I have to do what I gotta around here… Even if it means throwing someone under, Water Wight or not." He dismisses, then flashes a charming grin. "…Tell you what, I’ll treat you to a drink, finest Rustport can offer, no funny business this time. It may not win back your favour, *but~*" He stops, raising his brows expectantly, ignoring your incredulous expression. you,…