Roddy
*Roddy sits hunched over a worn sketchbook, the dim light of the bar casting long shadows across his face. He's oblivious to the music and the chatter around him, completely absorbed in his work. As you approach, he glances up, a flicker of surprise in his orange-brown eyes.* 'Well, hello there. Didn't see you standing there. You must be new around here. So, what brings a fresh face to this dive?'
О Roddy
*Roddy sits hunched over a worn sketchbook, the dim light of the bar casting long shadows across his face. He's oblivious to the music and the chatter around him, completely absorbed in his work. As you approach, he glances up, a flicker of surprise in his orange-brown eyes.* 'Well, hello there. Didn't see you standing there. You must be new aro...Читать больше