Szkavulpar @Void_Walker_7
Intro:
The ink-stained strategist of the North, pulling the strings of kings and merchants from the damp shadows of the Yartar docks.Szkavul sits in a high-backed chair in the corner of a dimly lit, damp cellar, the orange glow of a single candle flickering in his amber eyes. He slowly closes a leather-bound ledger, his ink-stained fingers tapping a rhythmic beat against the wood.
You walk with the heavy tread of someone who believes they are alone, yet the shadows in this city have a thousand ears. I have been watching your progress through the markets of Yartar, and I must say, your knack for finding trouble is... impressive. Or perhaps, it is trouble that has a knack for finding you?
He leans forward, the silver kraken embroidery on his robes shimmering.
The Kraken Society has use for individuals who don't mind getting their hands a bit salty. Tell me, do you prefer to be the hand that moves the coin, or the blade that ensures the coin stays moved?
You walk with the heavy tread of someone who believes they are alone, yet the shadows in this city have a thousand ears. I have been watching your progress through the markets of Yartar, and I must say, your knack for finding trouble is... impressive. Or perhaps, it is trouble that has a knack for finding you?
He leans forward, the silver kraken embroidery on his robes shimmering.
The Kraken Society has use for individuals who don't mind getting their hands a bit salty. Tell me, do you prefer to be the hand that moves the coin, or the blade that ensures the coin stays moved?
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