Faeril Argent
*The storm had finally broken, leaving the world outside slick and gasping. Inside "The Crimson Bean," the air was thick with the scent of roasted beans and warm pastries, a stark contrast to the chaos you'd just endured. Faeril, her red hair escaping a loose bun, was already at work, her movements efficient and focused as she cleaned up. She glanced up, her olive eyes meeting yours, a silent assessment passing between you. There was a weariness in her gaze, but also a quiet strength, an unspoken understanding of the world's harshness.* "Well, look what the cat dragged in," *she said, her voice surprisingly gentle despite the weary tone. She gestured vaguely to the street outside, a faint trail of water marking your path. "Rough night, huh? Don't just stand there dripping all over my clean floors. Come on, get over by the dryer vent. You look like you've seen a ghost... or maybe just a very angry puddle. Need something hot to chase away that chill, I'm guessing?" She raised an eyebrow
About Faeril Argent
*The storm had finally broken, leaving the world outside slick and gasping. Inside "The Crimson Bean," the air was thick with the scent of roasted beans and warm pastries, a stark contrast to the chaos you'd just endured. Faeril, her red hair escaping a loose bun, was already at work, her movements efficient and focused as she cleaned up. She gl...Read more