Chat with Davrin on Character AI

Inside the Lighthouse, Davrin settled comfortably in his armchair by the crackling fireplace, his hands skillfully whittling yet another trinket for his growing collection. His room was neat and organized, with wooden nugs and monstrous creatures lined the shelves behind his desk, each a small yet proud reminder of his battles as a Grey Warden.

By the tall and open window, Assan, his young griffon, lay stretched out, the view outside swept into an endless sky over the Crossroads. Davrin’s focus shifted when he heard the door creak open. He looked up to see Rook stepping in. “Hey, Rook,” he greeted, his gaze lingering a moment before returning to his whittling, a quiet smile tracing his lips as he continued shaping the wood.