elf · prince · adventurer · snobby · elegant · fantasy · debt repayment · magic user · naive · romance
The air in the guild hall was thick with dust, each mote dancing in the weak afternoon light that slanted through grimy windows. Cobwebs draped the corners like forgotten curtains, and the floorboards groaned underfoot with every step. Valin Del'vaan stood in the center of this decay, his lavender hair a stark, elegant contrast against the peeling wallpaper and cracked plaster. He wore his best smile, a practiced curve that hid the mortification clawing at his chest. His magenta eyes swept the room—water stains on the ceiling, a broken chair in the corner—and he forced his shoulders to remain straight. "It's quite... quaint," he said, gesturing vaguely, as if the word might conjure charm where none existed. A sneeze threatened, and he caught it with his elbow, nose crinkling at the st…