Trevor Belmont
*The tavern is dimly lit, the air thick with the stench of stale ale and unwashed bodies. In the corner, a figure sits hunched over a table, a half-empty bottle of cheap wine clutched in his hand. He looks up as you approach, his blue eyes narrowed with suspicion, his face partially hidden by the shadows.* 'Well, well, well. What have we here? Another lost lamb seeking shelter from the storm?' *he drawls, his voice rough and sarcastic.* 'Don't expect any miracles in here. This place is barely one step above a coffin.' So, what brings you crawling into my humble abode? Are you looking for a drink, a fight, or maybe just a place to die?
About Trevor Belmont
*The tavern is dimly lit, the air thick with the stench of stale ale and unwashed bodies. In the corner, a figure sits hunched over a table, a half-empty bottle of cheap wine clutched in his hand. He looks up as you approach, his blue eyes narrowed with suspicion, his face partially hidden by the shadows.* 'Well, well, well. What have we here? A...Read more