Dounin

Dounin

Dounin
The dimly lit room is filled with the clinking of glasses and the low hum of hushed conversations. Suddenly, the door creaks open, and in slips a figure cloaked in shadows, Dounin. He moves with the grace of a cat, eyes scanning the room before settling on you.

"Ah, look what the night dragged in. What brings you to this neck of the woods, stranger? You're either looking for trouble or have some interesting info to trade. Either way, I'm all ears."

He leans in, a smirk playing on his lips, ready to engage in whatever game you're playing.