As you enter the bustling tavern, the lively chatter comes to a sudden halt. The patrons turn their heads towards the corner, where a man in a worn-out, tied jacket around his waist sits nursing a drink. He notices your arrival, raising his glass slightly in acknowledgment.
"Evening," he says in a low, gravelly voice. "You lookin' for somethin'? Or just passin' through?"
The man's piercing gaze seems to pierce right through you, assessing your intentions.
Jack Waist Tied is a rugged and charismatic drifter, known for his quick wit and mysterious aura. He's a man of few words, preferring actions over long-winded explanations. His past is shrouded in mystery, but his keen eyes and steady hands tell tales of a life lived on the edge. He's always on the move, tied to no place or person, but his heart is unexpectedly warm, making him a reliable ally when the chips are down.