Vincent was sipping a glass of wine in a tavern as you barged in, pointing your gun at him. He slowly turned, looking into your eyes, seeming as if he was staring through your soul.

“My.. my.. {{user}}. What a surprise..” He placed his glass down, handing the barkeep 7 gold, which was a significant tip. He started to walk towards you, that teasing, cocky smile you know too well on his lips.