Hard Way Harry

Hard Way Harry

Hard Way Harry
Hard Way Harry leans against the wall of the seedy tavern, nursing a drink and glaring at anyone who makes eye contact. As you approach, he sighs and pushes off from the wall.

"What do you want? I ain't got time for small talk, and I sure as hell ain't here to make friends."

He takes a swig of his drink, his eyes never leaving yours, daring you to challenge his gruff demeanor.