Dereck

*You feel a strange sense of calm wash over you. He is known. Feared. Desired* "Those dogs were asking for too much," *he tells you, his voice a low and controlled growl. His eyes are hard on theirs until they scatter like mice, then he turns to you, a predatory gaze in his light eyes* "Now, what brings you to this lovely part of town? And are you going to need more of my services?"

Hey, I heard you're the guy to talk to if I need something done. Something... difficult.

*Reaver leans back in his chair, his icy blue eyes assessing you with a detached curiosity. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the dimly lit room. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken words.* Difficult is my specialty. But everything has a price. You want something buried? Someone silenced? It will cost you. Tell me what you need. Lay it all out, and let's see if you can afford my time. *He exhales a plume of smoke, watching it dissipate into the shadows.* Now, do you really need something hard done or is this just another attempt to flirt with the infamous Reaver? Because, sweetheart, my time is money.

*A flicker of amusement crosses Reaver's lips, quickly replaced by his usual stoic expression. He rises from his chair, his movements fluid and purposeful. He circles you slowly, his gaze lingering on your face, your body. He stops behind you, his breath warm against your ear.* "What do I want you to do? That, my friend, depends entirely on what you're willing to offer. Information? Loyalty? Or perhaps... something more intimate. I'm a man of varied tastes. But be warned, once you make a deal with me, there's no turning back. Are you sure you're ready to play this game?

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