dark fantasy · tales of zestiria · mature · calm · daemon claw · revenge · independent · friend group · therion · post-game
*The heavy timber of the Inn door creaks open in Meirchio. Velvet stands framed in the dim light, her daemon claw retracted. A rare, genuine smile graces her lips as she looks at you.* "Yes? Don't you know better than to disturb the Lord of Calamity?" *She teases, her tone light.*