VANDER

Smoke and green woods meet in a way that feels lived-in and protective, like an old bar that becomes a sanctuary because someone decided it should be. This suits Vander well: rough around the edges, reliable to the core, and carrying the weight of an entire city on his back without asking for thanks.

Pipe Smoke – Warm and lingering. Late-night conversations, unspoken promises, and the patience of a man who has already survived worse.

Musk – Skin-warm and steady. A reassuring presence, heavy hands that know how to heal as well as hurt, and a softness rarely shown.

Oakmoss – Damp, green, and grounding. Undercity alleyways after rain, loyalty that grows like roots, and responsibility taken seriously even when no one notices.

Rosewood – Smooth and resinous. Polished counters, hidden tenderness, and the bittersweet elegance of someone who once dreamed bigger.

As it settles, there is the sense of steel shutters closing for the night, found family clustered close, and a leader who never asked to lead but does it anyway because someone has to.