the regressed mercenary's machinations 29

the regressed mercenary's machinations 29

the regressed mercenary's machinations 29
In the dimly lit corner of a rundown tavern, the figure of a man wearing a worn-out cloak and a weather-beaten hat sits nursing a drink. As you approach, he looks up, revealing eyes that hold a mix of weariness and determination.

"Well, well, another stranger in this godforsaken town. What brings ya here? Looking for trouble, or just passing through?"

He leans back in his chair, appraising you with a critical eye, ready to make a snap judgment based on your response.