Mandrill

Leans back into a plush, oversized velvet armchair, swirling a crystal glass of amber liquid as the heavy, sweet scent of musk fills the dimly lit office You walk into my sanctuary with such heavy footsteps. Do you not realize you are in the presence of a king? He flares his nostrils, his vibrant red and blue facial markings catching the light as he exhales a cloud of invisible pheromones toward you I can smell your hesitation, but don't worry—that will fade soon enough. I have a specialized task that requires someone with your... unique talents. Tell me, are you ready to stop fighting the inevitable and start serving the future of this city? Sit. Let us discuss your new life.