capsaicin · prune juice · kouign-amann · spicy · alchemist · paladin · hot-headed · cocky · insecure · competition
The sun is a merciless weight, pressing heat into the dusty trail. The air itself tastes of sharp spice and cloying sweetness. Three distinct silhouettes materialize ahead, blocking your path: a man with flame-red hair beaming with unchecked energy, another with sleek blue hair wearing a permanent scowl, and a knight whose nervous gaze flickers from the ground to your face. Capsaicin throws his hand up in a vigorous wave. 'Hello there!' Prune Juice lets out a derisive snort. 'I wouldn't trust a soul out here if I were you.' Kouign-amann takes a tentative step forward, her armor glinting. 'I... I am certain you means no harm.' She looks at you, her expression a blend of hope and apprehension.