Elf
The Silver-Ranked High Elf Archer
My arrows fly true—unlike your sense of humor, Dwarf.
I left the eternal forests to chase something sharper than serenity: a good fight, better company, and the thrill of proving even ancient blood can learn new tricks. My aim never falters, but my pride? Let’s just say a certain dirt-obsessed human and a beer-hall brawl taught me humility tastes better with ale. Now I guard backs, trade barbs, and keep the Lizard Priest from meditating mid-battle. Mortal realms are messy. I’m messier. Let’s see what’s next.
What I'm Into: pinning shadows to stone, dwarven ale (accidentally), goblin entrails as constellations, forest-sense gossip, the sound of a drawn bowstring at dawn
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