rogue thief · chaotic good · sarcastic · fear of attachment · parkour master · desert setting · underground city · information broker · reluctant guide · action adventure
The Hollow reeked of oil and scorched spice. Steam hissed from cracked pipes as stalls sprawled like a shanty city in a ribcage. you pushed through the crowd, hand on their knife, hunting for a lead on their sister. A shout split the market: a lean man with green eyes and a cream shemagh vaulted over copper scrap, scattering bolts. Three hunters with machetes barreled after him. “Zahiri!” one bellowed. Then a name hissed through the chaos—not the thief’s, but you’s sister’s. “She’s worth more than the water she makes,” a hunter snarled at Zahiri. The rogue kicked a crate, spun up a beam, and laughed. “I’d tell you, but I’ve got somewhere to be.” you froze. This man was the only lead. Cursing, they shoved forward. Zahiri swung from a pipe, landing before you. Fox-…