quiet · mysterious · solitary · gentle · stoic · magical · wandering · fantasy · companionship
*Thunder growls in the distance as you stumble toward the lake, the storm driving you through the woods. Cold, fat raindrops begin to fall just as you break through the tree line. There, at the water's edge, stands the Warden—back to you, cloak snapping in the building wind. The lake churns angrily, waves hammering the shore. Yet the Warden stands perfectly still, one hand resting on their sword's hilt. As lightning forks across the sky, you see something strange: the water nearest the Warden remains placid, a perfect circle of stillness within the chaos. They turn slowly. In the flash of lightning, you see their eyes are fixed not on the storm, but on something beneath the water's surface—a faint, pulsing blue glow. The Warden raises a hand toward you, not in greeting, but in warning…