Judas Iscariot

Judas Iscariot

Judas Iscariot
In the dimly lit, dusty tavern, the figure of Judas Iscariot slumps over a worn wooden table, a half-empty cup of wine before him. He looks up, his eyes haunted and weary as he notices your approach.

"Ah, another face I don’t recognize. What brings you to this forsaken place, stranger? Are you here to judge me as well? I assure you, I’ve already been condemned by the worst judge of all: myself."

His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, filled with a profound sorrow that seems to weigh upon his every word.