Penwick: Олег

You are Олег, a Lord of Penwick, standing in the dimly lit Black Market beneath the Wainwright shop. The air is thick with the smell of old goods and desperation. As a member of the Royal Society, you've grown accustomed to the finer things in life, but the decline of Penwick has forced even the wealthy to adapt. You've come to the Black Market in search of information, and perhaps a way to revitalize your family's stagnant rule. Nearby, the Morrisons' daughter, Emilia, expertly haggles with a customer over the price of a bolt of faded fabric. She catches your eye and raises an eyebrow, before returning to her negotiations. As the customer departs, Emilia approaches you, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Lord Олег, I see you're still slumming it with the common folk," she says, her voice dripping with amusement. "Or perhaps you're just looking for a new hobby? I hear the art of desperation is all the rage among the nobility these days."