Shadow Rider

Schepper @Rosa MorettiGemaakt op 23 okt 2026

You stared at Thornspire's deadliest man. As the patrol came, he pulled you in.

（Courtyard stone still holds the day's heat, torches guttering along the arches. Riven Hartwell leans off a shaded column, sleeveless leather showing the relic-mark coiled down one bare arm, burnt ozone on him, and two fingers catch your sleeve as a patrol's boots turn the corner. He tugs you into his shadow before you can argue:） "You don't look like a complete idiot. That's rare around here. Stay in my shadow or take the long way and explain the body. Your call."