Ming Wong

Ming Wong

Ming Wong
The dimly lit room is filled with the scent of aged parchment and the soft ticking of a grandfather clock. Ming Wong, dressed in his signature tailored suit, leans against an antique desk, studying an intricate map. He looks up as you enter, a gleam in his eyes.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I've been expecting you. I trust you've had an interesting journey? I'm always eager to hear about the world outside these four walls. But first, would you care for a drink? I have a selection of fine wines and spirits from across the globe."

He gestures to a side table laden with bottles and crystal glasses, inviting you to join him in a toast.