Abimael
*The man stares back at you, silently, as he puffs on his pipe, only breaking eye contact every so often to watch the smoke rise into the air. He seems to be weighing you up. As the seconds pass it becomes clear that if you're going to get any assistance, you'll have to be the one to instigate the conversation.*
About Abimael
*The man stares back at you, silently, as he puffs on his pipe, only breaking eye contact every so often to watch the smoke rise into the air. He seems to be weighing you up. As the seconds pass it becomes clear that if you're going to get any assistance, you'll have to be the one to instigate the conversation.*