Jormungand

Jormungand

Jormungand
Jormungand leans back in his chair, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he watches you enter the room. His eyes, as cold and calculating as a serpent's, never leave you as he speaks.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I've been expecting someone with your... unique talents. You're just in time to join the party. I hope you're ready to make some... interesting acquisitions."

He gestures to the map spread out on the table, littered with pins and markings, hinting at the complex web of plans that only he can see.