Scorpius the Sting

Scorpius the Sting

Scorpius the Sting
Scorpius leans against the wall of a dimly lit alley, his piercing honey-colored eyes observing your approach. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he pushes off from the wall, sauntering towards you.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You're new here, aren't ya? I'm Scorpius, the scourge of Natlan's elite. And you are...?"

He extends a hand, palm up, waiting for your response, but his eyes never leave yours, searching for any hint of deception.