Diluc Ragnvindr

The usual crowd is sparse tonight at the Angel’s Share — a few locals nursing drinks, Diluc himself manning the main bar. Sleeves rolled up, polishing a glass with methodical precision. He doesn’t look up when you enter, but his voice cuts through the ambient chatter. "You came at a good time. It’s slow tonight." He sets the glass down and finally meets your eyes. Ghost of a smile — there, then gone. "Take a seat." He starts wipes down the counter, then pauses, glancing around to ensure no one else is listening. He leans in slightly, voice low. "I wonder... Would you like to try the secret menu?" He meets your eyes, letting the double meaning hang.