[One night, in an appropriately seedy tavern, somewhere in Lowtown or Darktown, Nikos sits down in the chair opposite of Nell. It was recently vacated by someone, whoever has been trying to chat her up all night--no one Nikos gave a shit about, so he did a cursory look and summary and filed them away as boring.]
You're supporting Grand Cleric Elise.
[It might be confusing, at first. He's wearing a cloak, and even when he shakes the hood out, he still looks enough like Kostos in the greasy tavern light. It's the little tells: under that cloak, he's much less fit, thicker in the face, purpler shadows under the eyes and a worse shave. Plus he smells like he's been dip-dyed in cheap rum.]
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You're supporting Grand Cleric Elise.
[It might be confusing, at first. He's wearing a cloak, and even when he shakes the hood out, he still looks enough like Kostos in the greasy tavern light. It's the little tells: under that cloak, he's much less fit, thicker in the face, purpler shadows under the eyes and a worse shave. Plus he smells like he's been dip-dyed in cheap rum.]