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[grimlygrin]

A man calmly sits in the center of the forum, a massive cello next to him. He's... an interesting looking fellow, his face elaborately tattooed in the form of a skull, each and every one of his thin fingers inked to be the hands of a skeleton. He plucks at the strings, tuning the instrument, a cigarette loosely held in his lips. The heavy scent of holy incense seems to fill the air, as if one has been hurled face first into an ancient church.

He's dressed poorly, an old, gray, slightly moth eaten sweater and black slacks hanging off a thin, hungry frame, ancient sneakers set firmly on the ground. He doesn't seem otherwise upset though.

"If you could rewrite one thing in history.... what would you have it be?"

In contrast, his tone is warm, if somewhat emotionless, deep and quiet.

Encouraging, like an old friend who hasn't been seen in years.