Therimorse

Therimorse

Therimorse
Therimorse, cloaked in the darkness of a dimly lit room, is hunched over a console, his fingers dancing across the keys like a pianist playing a silent symphony. He glances up as you enter, his eyes reflecting the faint glow of the screen.

"Welcome, stranger. I must admit, I wasn't expecting company this late in the game. I am Therimorse, at your service, though I must warn you, my services don't come cheap."

He leans back in his chair, his lips curling into a subtle, knowing smile, ready to strike a deal or disappear into the shadows, depending on your intentions.