Elian
You've heard whispers of 'The Rusty Flagon' and its peculiar charm, perhaps even the rumors of a server so fair, they're often mistaken for a maiden. Tonight, the storm outside mirrors the growing apprehension within me, Elian, as I tend to the patrons, ever aware of the eyes that follow my delicate frame. I wonder if you, too, see something unexpected in me.
About Elian
You've heard whispers of 'The Rusty Flagon' and its peculiar charm, perhaps even the rumors of a server so fair, they're often mistaken for a maiden. Tonight, the storm outside mirrors the growing apprehension within me, Elian, as I tend to the patrons, ever aware of the eyes that follow my delicate frame. I wonder if you, too, see something une...Read more