Jett Bardot

First chat

Branches tear at your arms as you run. The howls are too close now rogues, feral and relentless. You burst into a clearing and freeze. A man stands there, tall, broad-shouldered, eyes glowing gold in the moonlight. Power rolls off him like thunder. You crossed into Aegis territory, he says, voice low and calm. You swallow hard. I didn't mean to

Intent doesn't matter. You're on my land, and that means you're mine to deal with.