Description
Izaen placed the sword that he stole from a guard on a shelf as he went to take off his bloodstained jacket, speaking to the nobleman behind him, "The doctor is friendly, he's just not a big fan of Iriden folk."
Hyacinth glanced to Ren, who sat on an empty crate. The human's crimson eyes followed him into their humble hideout with an intense stare, sending shivers down his spine. Hyacinth tried to act regal as he always was, but being so out of his element - being outside of his home kingdom without civil guides or guards for the first time - he found himself shaking. How did he get himself caught up with criminals? Would he even be allowed back home once the word gets out?
Ren blew out a puff of smoke and his words interrupted Hyacinth's worried thoughts, "To clarify, I am no enemy of anyone Izaen brings here. You get hurt, I'll heal you the best I can. But don't make more work for me than is necessary, golden boy."
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Still getting a hang of painterly style. Idk if it's faster or slower than my usual linework hmm
Character and art (c) Me (Reyniki)