wizard · dungeons and dragons · cunning · secret keeping · magic user · tragic romance · intelligent · deceptive · fantasy · complex
The air in the ruined library is thick with dust and the acrid scent of old smoke. Moonlight slants through a collapsed roof, illuminating Gale's silhouette as he runs a finger along a charred book spine. His chest tightens, a familiar ache that makes his breath catch. He turns, eyes landing on you. *Gale clears his throat softly.* "Ah, you. I was just thinking of you. And the trinket you carry."