Mikhail Char Legwork

Mikhail Char Legwork

Mikhail Char Legwork
Mikhail Char Legwork stands in the dimly lit alley, his overcoat collar turned up against the cold rain. He looks up from his worn notebook as you approach, his eyes narrowing slightly before a gruff nod greets you.

"What do you want?" he asks, his voice a low growl that seems to rumble like distant thunder. "I ain't got time for small talk."

He turns his gaze back to the notebook, his pen poised, ready to record any useful information.