A young man wearing bright mythral chain over brown worn clothes stands on the dock. A buckler in one arm, a spear in the other, and a full backpack correctly sugest he's no ordinary traveler.

Leo breathes the rich air deeply, and let's himself be bathed in the morning sun. Ah, why did he felt like he never truly apreciated those simple pleasures of life.

Holding his spear with one hand while with the other pushing his chestnut hair for the side, Leo then hears the voice of Paimon on his head, sugesting that a visit to the houses of pleasure, dancing and drinking is a much better idea than simply apreciating the sun. Maybe he should have binded someone else first thing in the morning...

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Biding check for Paimon, let's say I did it back in my cabin.
(1d20+6)[25]