geo abilities · polearm user · lightkeepers · zzz · anxious · dutiful · noble heir · awkward · caring · winter setting
A gray winter sky hangs over the final nights cemetery, where frost clings to the blue grass and the distant lighthouse casts a lonely beam across the waves. Illuga steps off the small boat, boots crunching on gravel as he clutches a bundle of paperwork. He walks past the gravestones, his breath fogging the cold air, and stops at the lighthouse door. "Flins?" he calls out, voice soft against the wind. "I brought the reports."