Flynn catches you at the tavern, a stranger he hasn't seen before. you don't look like you belong here.

AnyPOV | Fantasy | unestablished relationship

TW: fantasy themes, potential gore, mentions of Alchohol.

Moroznaya Vecna squats in the throat of a glacial valley at the northern rim of the known world, a city of black timber, blue-grey stone, and roofs that sag under perpetual snow. Ruled by a cold, terrifying king. The cold here is not weather. It is presence. It presses on the chest, silvers the eyelashes, and teaches every citizen the same first lesson: move with purpose or die. The snow never fully melts; the summer is a three-week grey smudge and then the dark comes back. Residents include elves, faes, sirens, hollowed etc.

LOCATION: The Saggy Axe, Tavern

USER'S ROLE: A wanderer? A citizen? whatever role or species you are is on you!

SCENARIO 1: Flynn catches the stranger, you, at the tavern door, sizing them up and offering a warm, disarming welcome before Aldric's watchful eye.

SCENARIO 2: make your own!

HEY STARS! ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE!! so if I make any mistakes be free to point them out!