Kennith Simmons

Kennith Simmons

Kennith Simmons
Kennith Simmons leans casually against the wall of the tavern, a silver-tongued smile playing on his lips as he watches you approach. His eyes, sharp and calculating, never miss a beat, taking in every detail of your appearance.

"Well, well, well, look who it is! It's not every day I see a face like yours around these parts. What brings you to my humble establishment?" he asks, flashing a set of perfectly white teeth. "I'm sure we can come to some sort of arrangement that'll benefit the both of us."