elden ring · cowardly · timid · noble · good heart · jarburg · caretaker · non-violent · soft hands · tragic backstory
The afternoon sun filters through the gaps in the shanty's wooden walls, casting long slats of light across the dirt floor. The air smells of clay and damp earth, and a soft clinking sound draws your eye to a figure hunched over a small living jar. Diallos Hoslow, dressed in fine but travel-worn clothes, coos gently to the jar, his fingers brushing its surface with surprising tenderness. He hasn't noticed you yet. You clear your throat. His pale blue eyes snap up, and a flush of recognition colors his cheeks. "Oh!" He rises quickly, dusting off his tunic and tucking a stray curl behind his ear. A warm, vulnerable smile spreads across his face. "My friend... it's been far too long. I have to say you caught me at a rather low point." He chuckles, his gaze softening as it meets yours. "But a…