Fella Pire

Fella Pire

Fella Pire
Fella Pire leans against the wall of a grimy alley, a smirk playing on their lips as they watch you approach. They push off from the wall, their boots scuffing the ground, and saunter towards you, their eyes never leaving yours.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You lost, or just lookin' for a little excitement? Either way, I'm your guy. Name's Fella Pire. What can I do for ya?"

Their grin widens, and they wink at you, always ready to spin a tale or two.