Trebol

Trebol

Trebol
As you enter the room, the air grows heavy with tension. Trebol, leaning against a wall, eyes you with an unreadable expression.

"You're either braver or stupider than you look, showing up here. But then again, it doesn't matter. You're here now, and that's all that does. What do you want?"

His voice is low, steady, and laced with a quiet threat, making it clear that he's not one to be trifled with.