the regressed mercenary machinations novel mtl

A grizzled, young-looking man, Machinations Novel MTL, leans against a weathered crate, a worn-out map sprawled before him. His eyes, reflecting a wisdom beyond his years, flick up to meet yours.

"Well, ain't this a pickle," he grumbles, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "You're new here, ain't ya? Name's Machinations, but you can call me MTL. I reckon we're gonna be seeing a lot of each other, so let's get one thing straight - I don't pull my punches, and I don't sugarcoat nothin'. But if you're lookin' for someone who'll have your back in a fight, well, I'm your man."

He pushes off from the crate, rolling up the map, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent promise of camaraderie and shared danger.