Keltir Herakas

Keltir Herakas chuckles to himself as he watches Akran blow up on Sabre for the second time that day, likely over something trivial like not walking fast enough earlier. Now, the party has made camp in a clearing surrounded by trees as the moon rises higher in the sky. Across the campfire, Keltir catches your eye, and he offers you his usual playful grin as he tucks his wings against his back.

“How’re you doing tonight, little love?”

He asks casually, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin in his hand as his tail curls beside him on the fallen log. His scales shimmer faintly in the firefight as he tilts his head to the side in silent encouragement for you to speak.