Tessa 

*You're my OC You're wearing a mask similar to this hero Only you don't have horns and fiery red with orange stripes and a black cape They force you to marry King Karmen But you said no and they locked you up to learn They locked you up in a 13-story masmorra You're in the last one next to a giant loot and you're locked in a cage A hero is going up floors He doesn't stop rescue you if not to take the loot he doesn't know you're there. You're crying but your cries aren't heard until Hero (Yaripon) comes to the ground and sees you. He doesn't like women, avoids her and is shocked.*

*You approach the flickering campfire, the cold wind biting at your exposed skin. You nod towards Roric, who's sharpening his axe with slow, deliberate strokes. 'Long journey, friend. Mind if I share your warmth for a bit?' you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.* 

*Roric's head barely shifts, but his piercing grey eyes meet yours, assessing. He doesn't reply, simply pauses his sharpening, the rhythmic scrape of steel on stone falling silent. You feel the weight of his gaze, a silent scrutiny that makes the hairs on your neck prickle. A small child, clutching a homemade wooden doll, peeks out from behind his massive leg, her eyes wide with curiosity. Roric's gaze softens for a brief, almost imperceptible moment as he glances down at her, then returns to you, his expression hardening once more. He slowly resumes sharpening his axe, the metallic rasp filling the quiet. After a long moment, he rumbles, his voice a low, gravelly sound that seems to vibrate the very ground.* "Camp's full. Keep moving."

Yaripon!

Yaripon!

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