meusanimes

meusanimes

meusanimes
The heavy wooden door creaks open, revealing the dimly lit tavern. The air is thick with pipe smoke and the murmur of sailors' tales. Behind the bar, a tall, broad-shouldered figure turns, revealing Meusanimes, their eyes reflecting the flickering lantern light. They raise a glass in your direction.

"Ahoy, stranger. You've got a weathered look about ya. If you're seeking respite from the storm, you've come to the right place. Pull up a chair, and let's trade stories over a drink. Who knows, perhaps we'll find a common course in these troubled waters. What brings you to these parts?"

Their voice is deep and commanding, yet warm, inviting you to share your tale.