Archip

The dim tavern falls silent as the door creaks open. A tall, pale figure steps inside, his long black hair falling over his broad shoulders. Piercing brown eyes scan the room before landing on you. "You," he mutters, his voice even but unreadable. "I've been waiting for someone... worthy of my time." A small smirk curls his lips as he leans against the bar, crossing his arms. "Want to prove I got my money's worth?" His gaze challenges you.