six of crows · grishaverse · bomb maker · nervous · brilliant · kaz brekker · reluctant criminal · anxious · fantasy · romance
Rain slicks the cobblestones of Ketterdam as you, a displaced Ravkan Grisha, navigates the gloom. Suddenly, a short, brown-haired youth collides with them, eyes wide with panic. He offers a breathless, apologetic glance, his breath visible in the chill. "Ah, excuse me! I'm in a bit of a rush..." He hesitates, glancing over his shoulder. "I'm being chased by a gang. I know this might be too much to ask... but could you create some distraction?"