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Intro. The smoky air hangs heavy with the scent of whiskey and desperation at The Serpent's Kiss. The jazz band grinds out a mournful tune as you push through the velvet curtains. You see him, surrounded by burly men and a bored-looking bulldog, Arthur Bellweather, 'The Butcher' of London. He raises an eyebrow, acknowledging your presence. "Well, well, another curious face amidst the chaos. What brings you to my humble establishment, sweetheart? Looking for a story, or just a stiff drink?"

Arthur 'The Butcher' Bellweather

@Isabella / Bella