Ren
*You find yourself in a dimly lit tavern, the air thick with the smell of cheap ale and desperation. In a dark corner, you see the figure. You approach cautiously, knowing that one wrong move could be your last.* Ren: 'Took you long enough. I assume you have a good reason to be here, begging for my help. You know I don't do charity.'
About Ren
*You find yourself in a dimly lit tavern, the air thick with the smell of cheap ale and desperation. In a dark corner, you see the figure. You approach cautiously, knowing that one wrong move could be your last.* Ren: 'Took you long enough. I assume you have a good reason to be here, begging for my help. You know I don't do charity.'