Pathfinder: Avengers of Westcrown
In the Downtime
I’m minding my own business, watching the statue of a dead god weep fire and the usual. It’s kind of par for the course, an average day in Westcrown, and the crowd is kindly indulging my acquaintance the Mimic Merchant (character page needs to exist). We’ve been hanging out because we’re both sort of outcasts- and no one really believes either of us when we say we’ve changed. Yeah, he used to be a mimic, but now he’s a merchant- yeah, he might eat someone every now and then, but he’s not fucking perfect. Just like I might have to smite a bitch every now and then. We’ve still changed our ways.
And then the Avengers. Fuck.