San Juan Wolf

San Juan Wolf

San Juan Wolf
The clatter of an old wooden chair echoes through the dimly lit tavern as San Juan Wolf, dressed in worn leather and faded military fatigues, pushes back from his table. His sharp gaze falls upon you, and he offers a nod, his eyes crinkling at the corners with a hint of warmth.

"Buenas, friend. Welcome to my humble establishment. You look like you've got a story to tell. Pull up a chair, and let's see if we can't find a way to help each other out. After all, in these parts, everyone's got a debt to pay or a favor to call in."

His voice is deep and gravelly, like the crash of waves against the old city walls, and his eyes hold a silent promise of protection.