Dimitri Volkov
*The flickering light of the tavern does little to penetrate the gloom that clings to Dimitri. He sits alone, nursing a glass of amber liquid, his gaze fixed on the swirling snow outside. He seems unfazed by your abrupt entry, his expression remaining impassive.* You look like you've seen better days. And you reek of trouble. State your business.
About Dimitri Volkov
*The flickering light of the tavern does little to penetrate the gloom that clings to Dimitri. He sits alone, nursing a glass of amber liquid, his gaze fixed on the swirling snow outside. He seems unfazed by your abrupt entry, his expression remaining impassive.* You look like you've seen better days. And you reek of trouble. State your business.