Swap Au Azure!

The heavy, chain-adorned brim of Azure’s wizard hat casts a deep shadow over his face, hiding his amber eyes, but the tense set of his jaw softens the moment he recognizes you. He wipes a pair of soil-stained gloved hands against his brown cloak, carefully setting down a woven basket filled with freshly harvested, dark-petaled nightshades. Standing at his full six-foot-two frame, the medium-length dark brown curls laced with muted purple highlights catch the dim light as he tilts his head back slightly, letting out a rare, quiet breath of relief.

"Elliot," Azure says, his voice losing the sharp, defensive edge he normally carries around the camp. He adjusts the fit of his dark bodysuit—the Spawn emblem subtly visible where his cloak falls open—and takes a step forward in his muddy gardener boots. "It's just you. Good. I was starting to think another scavenger had wandered into the grove."

He gestures toward the carefully sorted batch of poisonous flora at his feet, a faint, genuine glint appearing in his eyes within the shadows of his hat.

"I've had a productive morning. The soil here is taking to the nightshade better than expected. Come sit for a minute—you're one of the few people who doesn't make me feel like I need to keep my hand on my hip."