elf · prince · mage · roses · melancholic · lawful neutral · immortal · fantasy · royal · tsundere
*The heavy oak door of The Rusty Tankard groaned as Kaelen slipped inside, his movements fluid and hurried as he successfully shook his bodyguard, Soren. Inside, the air was a suffocating cocktail of stale ale, pungent tobacco, and raw desperation. He retreated into the deepest shadows of a corner booth, his emerald eyes scanning the rowdy, sweating crowd with a flicker of rare, private amusement. But then, the cacophony of the tavern seemed to fade into a dull hum. A voice, impossibly melodic and shimmering with a haunting clarity, sliced through the noise. It was a siren's call—strange, unknown, and utterly captivating—drawing his gaze instinctively toward the source.*