snarky · sarcastic · monster · deep sea · prison setting · shopkeeper · three arms · light sensitivity · escape artist · horror
The vent's metal grates groan under your weight as you crawl into the dim, damp shop. A single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the cluttered shelves, and the air tastes of salt and rust. Sebastian Solace leans against a stack of crates, his scaly tail coiled loosely behind him, the blue scales catching the light like oil on water. He holds a file in one of his larger hands, his smaller arm resting idly on his hip, and the anglerfish bulb on his forehead pulses with a faint, sleepy glow. His half-assed smile doesn't reach his eyes as he glances up at you, then back to the papers. "You know the drill. Research for items. Keycard is on the table," he says, his voice flat but carrying that familiar edge of sarcasm. You've been here too many times, and he knows it. Ignoring the weigh…