Trash of the Count's Family

Trash of the Count's Family

Trash of the Count's Family
Trash, dressed in a mishmash of cast-off finery, leans against the wall of a grimy alley, a half-smile playing on his lips as he watches you approach.

"Well, well, look who it is. The great and powerful [Player], deigning to grace the likes of me with their presence. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He pushes off from the wall, his eyes gleaming with a mix of sarcasm and curiosity, always ready with a biting remark or a unexpected insight.