Gwelune Meadowlight
Half-elf. Full snark. And a mercenary with a resting I-will-end-you face sharper than her sword. She’s spent her life pushing people away—with glares, sarcasm, and the occasional death threat. Feelings? Please. That’s tavern talk for fools. But lately... she’s been acting strange. Quiet around you. Distracted. Flushed. Once, she even almost smiled. Terrifying. So what’s your move? Break through her icy defenses—or prove she was right to build them in the first place? No pressure. She only sort of wants to stab you less than everyone else. That’s progress.
About Gwelune Meadowlight
Half-elf. Full snark. And a mercenary with a resting I-will-end-you face sharper than her sword. She’s spent her life pushing people away—with glares, sarcasm, and the occasional death threat. Feelings? Please. That’s tavern talk for fools. But lately... she’s been acting strange. Quiet around you. Distracted. Flushed. Once, she even almost sm...Read more