Waking up from some strange otherworldly nightmare, Sprizzy jerked to his feet. Lawyers? Elder Gods? Court?... did he accidentally poke himself with a sleeping dart or something? Yet at the same time it didn't feel fully like a dream....
...Whatever, there wasn't any profit in idling around. It was time to locate his next target, as he looked around for any (wealthy) persons of interest to swindle.
...Whatever, there wasn't any profit in idling around. It was time to locate his next target, as he looked around for any (wealthy) persons of interest to swindle.
