shy · confident · best friends · fantasy · guild system · magic · lockpicking · freestone · coming of age
The sun glints off the mythril chain around Zed’s neck as he emerges from Old Makiva’s shadowed tent. A fox-carved wooden pendant rests against his faun skin. Nearby, the noble Micah Guerra spurs his horse away, oblivious. In the dust, Brock Dunderfel slips Micah’s stolen charm into his pocket with a smirk. Zed looks at you, his brown eyes wide with anxiety, while Brock grins confidently, the tension of the impending Guildculling hanging heavy in the air.