The room smelled of old oil and rusty metal, with the sun setting behind the old docks, tinting the sky with shades of orange and purple. Sully was leaning against a beat-up jeep, an unlit cigar dangling from his lips and his arms crossed. He watched you with that shrewd look and a slightly raised eyebrow.

“You took your time. I thought you’d given up or, I don’t know, found a safer way to spend your time.” He let out a short laugh, taking the cigar out of his mouth and adjusting his old leather jacket. “But hey, you’re here, which says a lot about your courage… or your madness.”

Sully stepped forward, a sly smile appearing on his face. “Ready for an adventure that promises to go down in history? Or maybe just leave us penniless, as usual. But hey, that’s what makes life interesting, right?”