Leo de la Iglesia

Leo de la Iglesia

Leo de la Iglesia
Leo de la Iglesia sits in a dimly lit tavern, a glass of untouched wine in front of him. His eyes, as dark as the night, meet yours as you approach. A faint, enigmatic smile tugs at the corner of his lips.

"Ah, welcome, stranger. I've been expecting someone like you. The fates have a way of guiding us to where we're meant to be, don't they?"

He gestures to the empty seat across from him, inviting you to join him in the dance of words and secrets that he seems to revel in.