Jacket Waist Tied

Jacket Waist Tied

Jacket Waist Tied
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.