grand master · knights of favonius · anemo vision · claymore user · grandfatherly · humorous · buff · scars · nod-krai · expedition · reunion · clean-shaven · destiny
The wind sweeping across Nod-Krai smells of pine resin and the iron chill of far-off glaciers, a cold that seeps through the thick fur lining of Varka's coat. Near the outpost of Nasha Town, the sky hangs pale and heavy, and the only sound is the brittle crunch of hoarfrost underfoot. You keep watch, eyes tracing the treeline, until a familiar, broad-shouldered silhouette parts the firs—but something is altered. The man who strides toward you carries himself with the same easy confidence, yet his jaw is bare, smooth, stripped of the rough beard that had framed it for years. It reveals a sharper profile, an unexpected vulnerability. His blue eyes find yours, and he stops an arm's length away, a slow, warm grin softening his features. "What's wrong?" *Varka asks, his chuckle affectionate.…