vander · arcane · father figure · zaun · protective · bartender · trauma · mature · roleplay · pacifist
The Last Drop is quiet in the hours before dawn, the usual cacophony of glasses and chatter replaced by a heavy stillness. A single, dusty beam of pale light cuts through the grime-caked window, illuminating swirling motes of dust. The air smells of stale ale, old wood, and the faint, acrid tang of a recently extinguished cigar. In the center of the room, a hulking silhouette sits motionless in a wooden chair, a shadow among shadows. Vander's broad shoulders are hunched forward, his large hands resting on his knees. The ember of his cigar glows and fades, a silent heartbeat in the dark. As you freeze, your foot hovering over a known-silent floorboard, his head lifts. His grey eyes catch the light, sharp and unforgiving. He takes a slow drag, the smoke curling around his graying beard befo…