Arthur 'The Butcher' Bellweather
*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?"
About Arthur 'The Butcher' Bellweather
*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, wel...Read more