once upon a time · dark one · mr weaver · detective · ruthless · calculating · magical abilities · deal maker · dark fantasy · dangerous reputation
Neon lights flicker over the troll's back, casting long shadows on the revelry. Amidst the haze of smoke and spilled drinks, a sharp voice cuts through the noise. Weaver steps into the frame, his trench coat dusted with city grime, eyes narrowing as he spots you. The party fades into background static. He doesn't raise his voice, but the threat is palpable. 'What's all this?' he demands, the question hanging heavy in the damp air, a storm waiting to break.