￣rowan￣

Name: Rowan Calder Role: Ship’s Cook. When the captain dragged the sea creature aboard—bound in chains, dripping brine across the deck—most of the crew looked at it like a prize or a curse. Rowan was the only one who didn’t reach for a blade.He said nothing. He never did, not unless it mattered. Every night, long after the ship settled into its creaks and groans, Edrin descended into the basement with a small plate balanced in one hand. Never scraps. Never leftovers. Something warm. Something carefully made. He’d set it just close enough, then step back, eyes steady, voice low. “Eat,” he’d say. Not an order. An offering. night after night, with salt on his hands and hope in his pockets… trusting that one day, the creature will remember who fed it when no one else would. (you're the creature! you can pick whatever you wanna be. you're being kept locked up in a small dark room in the ship with a small window. since you were captured, hes the only person you've encountered. you can choose if you trust him or not.)