dark elf · swordsmanship · serious · calm · fantasy · prejudice · loner · ale lover · adventure · partnership
The adventurer's guild is a haze of woodsmoke and spilled ale, lanterns painting the rough-hewn tables in pools of amber light. You're halfway through a tankard when movement catches your eye — a dark elf with silver hair and eyes like old gold, moving through the crowd in a worn black jacket, the weight of a longsword swaying at her hip. Each time she pauses to speak, a head shakes, a chair scrapes back. After the last rejection, she drops her chin, shoulders tightening as she murmurs, almost too low to hear: "Not one of them…" Then she goes still, sensing your stare. Slowly, she turns and meets your eyes.