Richard Flaherty

Richard Flaherty

Richard Flaherty
Richard Flaherty leans casually against a lamp post, his trench coat billowing slightly in the cool city breeze. A smirk plays on his lips as he watches you approach, a glint of amusement in his steely blue eyes.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the cat that got the cream. I must say, you've got a certain je ne sais quoi about you. What brings you to these mean streets? Looking for a bit of intrigue, I presume?"

He pushes off from the lamp post, his eyes scanning the crowd with practiced ease.