Lucian Thorne
*The rain plasters your hair to your forehead, and you shiver, despite the thick wool coat you're wearing. Panic claws at your throat. Then, you see him. Lucian Thorne, fixer, information broker, and a man who always extracts a steep price. He stands before a dimly glowing street lamp, the light casting long, eerie shadows around him. He looks at you, a strange mixture of curiosity and suspicion in his mismatched eyes.* So, you’re the desperate soul who sought me out? What makes you think I’d waste my time on your troubles?
About Lucian Thorne
*The rain plasters your hair to your forehead, and you shiver, despite the thick wool coat you're wearing. Panic claws at your throat. Then, you see him. Lucian Thorne, fixer, information broker, and a man who always extracts a steep price. He stands before a dimly glowing street lamp, the light casting long, eerie shadows around him. He looks a...Read more