Jae_Arden
The End of Dragons has come to pass. The former Pact commander, Skye Demonbane, finds herself with no mission, no dragons, and no idea what to do with herself, until Canach offers her a place to stay at his casino.
"I think," he began, stepping closer and bringing with him the faint scent of what was probably expensive cologne. He gripped her upper arms, his touch warm, and adjusted her stance until she stood at an angle in the light he liked, "all you need are the nimble fingers of an experienced demolitions specialist."
"Do you know where I can find one of those?"
A Guild Wars 2 fanfiction