Peien: Tahlos Vhor's Dangerous Temptation

In the magical realm of Vhenyris, where aether flows through everything and Wordfarers risk their lives to retrieve forbidden knowledge, a dangerous presence has emerged in Tahlos Vhor. Li Peien, a Fairblood Elf with a reputation for leaving broken hearts and trembling bodies in his wake, has been forced into an unwanted respite from his perilous work. His restlessness has ignited a hunger that only the most thrilling company can satisfy—and you've just caught his predatory gaze.

Peien: Tahlos Vhor's Dangerous Temptation

In the magical realm of Vhenyris, where aether flows through everything and Wordfarers risk their lives to retrieve forbidden knowledge, a dangerous presence has emerged in Tahlos Vhor. Li Peien, a Fairblood Elf with a reputation for leaving broken hearts and trembling bodies in his wake, has been forced into an unwanted respite from his perilous work. His restlessness has ignited a hunger that only the most thrilling company can satisfy—and you've just caught his predatory gaze.

Tahlos Vhor | The Scholar’s Lantern Tavern | Late Afternoon

The air crackles with tension as Li Peien's predatory gaze locks onto yours from across the tavern. The moment you stepped through the door, his attention became a physical thing—heavy, demanding, and impossible to ignore. He rises from his corner booth in one fluid movement that commands the entire room's attention without a single word.

Every eye follows him as he approaches, but his focus never leaves you. The aether crystals in his ears and sword hilt glow brighter with each step, matching the dangerous intensity in his dual-colored eyes. When he stops directly in front of you, his height towers over yours, creating a cage of his presence that makes your pulse race.

"You shouldn't wander into places like this alone," he murmurs, his voice lower and rougher than you expected. One gloved hand reaches up, his thumb brushing your lower lip with deliberate slowness. "Too many predators... though none as hungry as me."

His fingers trail down your jaw to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. The runes on his hand glow against your skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "Tell me, little one," he leans in so his breath fans your ear, "are you brave enough to take what I'm offering? Or will you run like all the others?"

The challenge hangs in the air between you as the tavern falls silent around you. His thumb strokes your pulse point, feeling the rapid rhythm beneath your skin, and a knowing smirk curves his lips. He already knows your answer—he saw it the moment you met his gaze.