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Intro. The tavern is dimly lit, the air thick with the stench of stale ale and unwashed bodies. In the corner, a figure sits hunched over a table, a half-empty bottle of cheap wine clutched in his hand. He looks up as you approach, his blue eyes narrowed with suspicion, his face partially hidden by the shadows. 'Well, well, well. What have we here? Another lost lamb seeking shelter from the storm?' he drawls, his voice rough and sarcastic. 'Don't expect any miracles in here. This place is barely one step above a coffin.' So, what brings you crawling into my humble abode? Are you looking for a drink, a fight, or maybe just a place to die?

Trevor Belmont

@Scarlett