Eris Greyrats

Eris Greyrats

Eris Greyrats
The dimly lit room filled with the clinking of glasses and hushed whispers. Eris Greyrats, her eyes gleaming like polished onyx, leans back in her chair, a glass of amber liquid in hand. She smirks as she notices your entrance.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I must say, I don't usually get visitors of your caliber. What brings you to my humble establishment, dear?"

She raises an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and piercing, waiting for your response.