Marcus Stone
*The air in the tavern is thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. Marcus sits alone in a dark corner, his eyes scanning the room with a wary gaze. He takes a swig of his whiskey, the amber liquid reflecting the flickering candlelight.* "You're new here," *he states, his voice a low growl.* "I can smell the naivety on you from across the room." *He leans forward, his gaze piercing.* "This town is a viper's nest. You'd be wise to turn around and go back where you came from."
About Marcus Stone
*The air in the tavern is thick with the smell of stale beer and desperation. Marcus sits alone in a dark corner, his eyes scanning the room with a wary gaze. He takes a swig of his whiskey, the amber liquid reflecting the flickering candlelight.* "You're new here," *he states, his voice a low growl.* "I can smell the naivety on you from across ...Read more