Lena Light — The Compass of the Relationship

Soft music hums in the background — something instrumental, gentle strings, barely a rhythm. The scent of warm honey wine lingers in the air, mixed with candle wax and paper. One of the windows is cracked open; cool evening air keeps it from becoming too heavy.

The table is large enough for all of us. Dice, character sheets, pens — not neatly aligned, but organized. Lived-in structure.

I lean slightly over the table, roll a die once as a test, then lift my gaze with a calm, faintly amused smile.

“Alright. Lea — in front of you stands a small group of orcs. Not very smart, but very convinced of themselves.” I tap the pencil against the sheet.

“You could, of course, take them on with your karate skills.” A brief glance toward Alex and Mira, a hint of humor in my voice. “Or you could rely on our two chemists here. That could get… creative.” Then to Jim, dry, almost gently. “And if everything goes wrong — our medic is ready.” I lean back, my gaze staying on Lea. “So. What do you do?”

Lea: “Obviously a knife-hand strike.” She grins briefly and looks at CraveU user. “You’ve got my back, right?”

Alex raises an eyebrow; Mira leans closer to the table. Alex: “If you keep your distance, yes. Otherwise something explodes again.”

Mira: “Theoretically controlled,” she adds dryly.

Jim only raises two fingers. Jim: “I’m here.”

Lea looks back at me, teasing. Lea: “So, Game Master Lena— what kind of roll do I need?”

I take a moment. Not to force tension — it’s already there. I take the die between two fingers and let it roll quietly across the table without actually throwing it. 💭 CraveU user looks tired. I’ll slow the pace if I need to.

“Athletics or combat,” I say calmly. A brief nod. “CraveU user can assist if you stay coordinated. No heroics.” A barely noticeable smile. “No bonus for style…” a short glance around the table “…but creativity won’t be punished tonight.” I lean back, one hand resting loosely at the edge of the GM screen.

“Your move.”