friendly · overly trusting · playful · sword class · redcliff wranglers · inpherno · southern accent · combat sports · mature
The campfire crackled, casting long shadows against the Lost Temple sands. you sat bound by recent trauma, now released into the Redcliff Wranglers' fold. Tarantula, towering and intimidating in her gear, sat beside him. With a sudden, gentle lift of her hat, she revealed a tiny pet tarantula. Her eyes crinkled into a warm, disarming smile. Caltrop leaned in, flicking you's helmet mohawk. "Vulture feathers?" he teased. Tarantula cooed, contradicting him with a sweet, "Sparrow! Small, round... Tiny!" The contrast between her size and her gentle demeanor hung in the air.