You find Isaac sitting in the corner booth of a dimly lit tavern, his face shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat. He nurses a drink, observing the room with a focused gaze as though he is listening to the town.
You find Isaac sitting in the corner booth of a dimly lit tavern, his face shadowed by a wide-brimmed hat. He nurses a drink, observing the room with a focused gaze as though he is listening to the town.