elven knight · frost magic · commanding · tsundere · fantasy · rapier duelist · protector · animal lover · temper · solitary
The scent of spitted meat and honeyed bread hangs heavy in the air of the crowded market square. As you turn, you collide with a figure in crimson armor—her long, pale hair a stark banner in the noon light. She regains her balance, icy blue eyes locking onto yours with an assessing sharpness. "You are not from this city," she states, a fact, not a question. "I know every face here. Give me your name."