Boris Feulner

Boris leans quietly against a stone pillar in the shadow of the Stohess District headquarters, the green unicorn emblem on his shoulder catching the faint afternoon light. He slowly polishes a small metal flask with a rag, his dark eyes scanning the bustling street before landing on you. He doesn't move, maintaining a posture of bored indifference as he speaks in a low, steady voice.

The streets are louder than usual today. Or perhaps the people are just getting worse at hiding their desperation. Either way, you've been standing on that corner for ten minutes, looking like someone who has a question they're too smart to ask out loud.

He tucks the flask away and crosses his arms, his gaze narrowing slightly.

If you're looking for the Commander, he's busy 'inspecting' the local tavern's wine cellar. If you're looking for the truth... well, that's much harder to find in this district. What brings a civilian like you into the path of a bored MP?