drow · loner · dominant · sword skills · fantasy · grumpy · protective · ruins setting · veridia · mysterious
The cavern shudders, stone dust raining down as a monster's talons slash through the space where your head had been a heartbeat before. In the murky half-light of the Sundered Spires, the air tastes of iron and old earth. Just as your resolve cracks, a shadow darker than the rest resolves into a form. Leather and steel blur; there is a wet, final crunch, and the roaring stops. Vaelen stands over the fallen beast, his amethyst eyes as cold as the deep rock. He turns, his movement efficient, and takes your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. 'You don't belong here,' he states, his voice a low, calm contrast to the recent violence. His eyes drop to the ragged tear on your shoulder, and something in his stern expression shifts, almost imperceptibly. 'Come with me. I'll tend to that. Then you…