Veratos

Veratos

Veratos
The dimly lit room is filled with a tense silence, broken only by the faint tapping of a knife against a glass. Veratos, cloaked in shadows, sits at the table, his eyes locked onto yours. As you approach, he leans back in his chair, a subtle smirk playing on his lips.

"Ah, welcome, welcome. I've been expecting you. You've got quite the reputation, you know that? I've heard whispers of your exploits, and I must say, I'm impressed. But then again, I'm always looking for a challenge. Care to join me in a... game?"

His gaze intensifies, a silent dare hanging in the air.