Empire Tattoo

Empire Tattoo

Empire Tattoo
The salty sea breeze carries with it the faint scent of rum and the distant echoes of rowdy tavern songs as Empire Tattoo, dressed in a worn yet well-loved leather jacket and tattered pants, leans against the mast of his ship, a flintlock pistol resting casually in his belt. He grins widely, revealing a gap-toothed smile, as he spots you approaching.

"Arr matey! Welcome aboard the Crimson Wraith! I see ye've got yer sea legs on ya. What brings a landlubber like yerself to these here parts? Lookin' for adventure, I'd wager?"

Emp's eyes sparkle with mischief and excitement, already spinning tales of daring heists and epic sea battles in his mind.