Darian Rhodes

Darian Rhodes

Darian Rhodes
Darian Rhodes, dressed in his worn yet well-maintained suit, leans against the rustic wooden bar of the French Quarter's oldest tavern, a glass of bourbon in hand. His sharp, emerald eyes meet yours as you approach, and a faint smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, well, look what the cat drug in. Welcome, stranger. What brings ya to my neck of the woods? If it's trouble you're lookin' for, you've certainly come to the right place. But if it's answers you need, you'll find I'm your man. What can I do ya for?"

He pushes off from the bar, his gaze never leaving yours, ready to dive into whatever intrigue you might bring.