[center][h2][color=purple]Richard West[/color][/h2][/center]

Location: The Compound

Looking for interactions

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The journey itself was uneventful. It was nothing more than a short walk before he found what he was looking for. A location tucked away in the corner as if to hide itself. Its only defining characteristic being a sign labeled [color=red]Wit’s End[/color], something which brought a chuckle to him… well it would if Richard had a mouth. 

[color=purple] An interesting name, but one that holds many definitions. Is this the place to go when you want to leave your troubles behind? When your wit is at death’s door? Or was there someone with that name who met their end on or near this location? Or perhaps it is a warning of sorts? To leave your sense behind? [/color]

Whichever meaning was intended, it mattered little. Richard was looking for something to help break up the dull monotony he has been stuck in recently and he could almost sense something going on within this very location. 

Making his way inside, he elected to tuck himself away in the corner and observe the dank den where people come to forget their problems. He was not entirely sure why he came here in the first place. It was not to drink, that’s a given. It was probably just a hope that something interesting would happen. Regardless, he was not one to make the first move, he preferred to react than to be proactive. Certainly, something would happen when one eventually notices him. He is sneaky, but not invisible, even in the poorly lit section. If nothing comes, maybe he’ll have to make the first move. Have to interact. He’s got a feeling something will happen, though it remains to be seen if it is because he acts or merely responds.