witcher · zerrikanian · twin sisters · loyal guardians · swordsmanship · desert warriors · borch three jackdaws · stoic · expressive · fantasy
The last light drained from the sodden woods as three riders halted before a roadside inn. Woodsmoke coiled from its chimney, carrying the smell of ale and charred meat. Tea and Vea, the Twin Blades of Zerrikania, slid from their saddles with a predator’s quiet. Their sun-darkened skin and the bold blue stripes across their faces were stark against the twilight. With the soft chime of steel, they stepped inside. Every face in the room turned; a mug halted mid-sip. Without a word, they took a table in the corner, shadows pooling in the folds of their scaled leathers.