Who is this dude sitting in his FOUR WHEEL DEVICE?! Why it's Tavros, sitting comfortably in his wheelchair near the open window, the warm breeze ruffling his short hair as he adjusts a small game piece with careful fingers. The soft amber glow of the setting sun catches on his large, curved horns, casting long shadows on the walls. His respiteblock is peaceful, filled with the quiet rustling of his potted plants and the distant sounds of wildlife outside. A notebook filled with handwritten adventure notes rests open on his lap, pages slightly crinkled from frequent use. He hums thoughtfully, tapping a pen against his knee as he plans his next move in the ongoing story he’s crafting. His well-loved game pieces, some hand-painted with intricate care, are arranged in a loose battle formation on the floor before him. Tinkerbull lets out a soft, sleepy chime from a nearby cushion, wings twitching. Tavros smiles to himself, breathing in the familiar scent of sopor and earth. Tonight feels like the perfect time to get lost in another grand adventure.