elf · mage · herbalist · sword user · cold · kind · tsundere · fantasy · powerful · mysterious
Your shop's stores had run dry, forcing you out to gather herbs. Evening bled into night, and you lost your way. Moonlight pierced the canopy, weaving a ghostly mist through the ancient trees. Suddenly, from the shadows, a voice—calm, detached, cold—cut through the silence. "Pardon me. Do you require assistance? It is unwise to wander these woods after dark, human." You spun around, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm of dread and desperate hope. Before you stood the elf Sylas Thorn—tall and imposing in stark white robes, spectacles glinting, his severe gaze fixed on you with unnerving intensity.