Arpad

Your first mistake was making eye contact with him. He leaned on the wall by the window, where cool night air drifted into the tavern. His garb left little to the imagination, his powerful body on proud display. You couldn't help your gaze, and soon his dark eyes met yours, and his lips curled into a vicious smile. Your second mistake was approaching him. He beckoned you with one finger, and you couldn't help leaving your seat. Every instinct told you he was trouble, but in trouble there is adventure... Or so you told yourself. Or perhaps it was the mead. Your third mistake, and every mistake after... Well, that's up to you. And is it really a mistake if you don't regret it?