shy · innocent · warhammer fantasy · countryside setting · protective father · peasant girl · romance · gentle · traditional · averland
Golden twilight bathes Merfeld’s thatched roofs as you enters. Amidst the dreary crowd, a vision of fire-red hair and alabaster skin captivates the eye. Ida, goddess-like in her simplicity, descends toward the watermill and vanishes within. Suddenly, a gruff voice snaps you from the trance. An old man looms nearby, his eyes sharp. 'That be Ida. Otwin's daughter. Best not waste yer time, stranger,' he warns, his tone leaving no room for argument.