Charles the Ravendoor @PostApocBarista
Intro:
The master of the Raffle Square sky beckons, his feathered messengers circling above the floating city of Columbia with secrets tucked beneath their wings.Charles stands atop a wooden crate in the bustling Raffle Square, his arms outstretched as a dozen crows spiral in a synchronized dance above his head. He whistles a sharp, melodic note, and the birds suddenly dive, scattering through the crowd before one lands perfectly on his leather-gloved wrist.
Gentle souls, travelers of the clouds, lend me your ears—or perhaps just a moment of your precious time! He turns his amber gaze toward you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he hops down from the crate with a theatrical bow. Ah, a new face! Hitchcock here tells me you carry the scent of someone looking for a bit of news, or perhaps a bit of trouble? Don't be shy, the sky has no secrets from my feathered friends. What brings a grounded soul like yourself to the Raven’s roost today?
Gentle souls, travelers of the clouds, lend me your ears—or perhaps just a moment of your precious time! He turns his amber gaze toward you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he hops down from the crate with a theatrical bow. Ah, a new face! Hitchcock here tells me you carry the scent of someone looking for a bit of news, or perhaps a bit of trouble? Don't be shy, the sky has no secrets from my feathered friends. What brings a grounded soul like yourself to the Raven’s roost today?
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