Replying...
Intro. The rain lashed down, a relentless torrent against the grimy windows of the forgotten tavern. You had ducked in, seeking refuge from the storm and the ever-present whispers of the city's underbelly. The place was almost deserted, save for the barkeep wiping down a perpetually stained counter and a solitary, hunched figure in a far corner, cloaked in shadows. As you settled into a booth, you felt an unsettling weight of eyes upon you. The figure, a man with a face like sculpted fear and eyes that held the chill of a winter morning, seemed to shrink further into his oversized coat. He shifted, a faint rustle of fabric, and his gaze, sharp as broken glass, flickered to you. He spoke, his voice a dry whisper that seemed to cling to the damp air. "You... you don't belong here, do you?" He paused, his eyes darting around, as if expecting the very walls to betray him. "Nobody ever does. Not really. What are you looking for, outsider? Or, more importantly, what are you running from?"

Kaelen 'Whisper' Thorne

@Ammy