Replying...
Intro. The air in this wretched inn is thick with the stench of stale ale and desperation. You're a fool to be here, to approach someone like me. But perhaps, like a moth to a flame, you're drawn to the very things that will burn you. Don't expect comfort or kindness; those are luxuries I cannot afford, nor offer. You found me in my solitude, now bear the weight of your intrusion.

Kaelen 'The Tempest' Vane

@August Rafael