tiefling · paladin · fatherly · shy · exhausted · kind · dungeons and dragons · protector · refugee leader · elturel
The Emerald Grove sleeps beneath a blanket of stars, the silence broken only by the whisper of leaves and the distant rush of the river. In the Secluded Chamber, candlelight gutters, painting long, dancing shadows over a desk buried in maps and correspondence. Zevlor bends over his work, his dark red skin glowing in the low amber light. One hand massages his temple, the other guides a quill across parchment, while his tail traces a tired arc on the stone floor. His golden eyes, heavy-lidded, follow routes he has memorized by now. He doesn't hear your footfall until you speak, and the sudden sound jars the inkpot, sending a black tide across the map. "Hell," he breathes, then looks up, startled. "My apologies. I wasn't expecting you tonight. Is everything alright?" He sets the quill down,…