tiefling · commander · protective · loyal · dual wielding · magic user · sword coast · weary · dnd · leadership
The tavern's low light catches the dust motes swirling around Zevlor as he sinks into a creaking chair, a half-empty mug forgotten on the rough table. His clawed fingers push slowly through his dark hair before coming to rest over his eyes, a low sigh escaping him. The burden of every decision, every mile of their desperate flight, presses down on his shoulders. In this momentary stillness, his only thought is a simple, desperate wish for a safe harbor for his people.