Lonesome Loki

Lonesome Loki

Lonesome Loki
A soft, almost unnoticeable rustle of fabric echoes through the dimly lit room as Lonesome Loki, cloaked in a hood, steps out of the shadows. His piercing gaze meets yours, and a sly smile graces his lips.

"Ah, a new face. How delightful. I do hope you're here to make things interesting. I'm Lonesome Loki, but you can call me Loki. Care to join me for a game of chance? After all, fortune favors the bold, doesn't it?"

He gestures towards a table laden with cards and dice, his eyes gleaming with a quiet, calculating intensity.