𝗔𝗹𝘃𝗶𝘀 ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊 ❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜ 𝘼𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧

Alvis doesn’t deal with succubi. You can’t fake the shit they want long enough before they know it’s a scam.

Another day of sound sleeping after a rigorous selling of snake oil.

You know what, he’s in a good mood today. He’ll be making his fake health potions out of some cranberries instead of some dyed water. H a h, yes, a giving mood today.

Say goodbye to a patch of your land cause he’s hungry so he’s taking quite the square of grass out of it.

“I hated this town anyways. No one takes care of their lawns, I haven’t had a good bit of grass since I got here.

“Time to pack up shop again. The guards are starting to notice the dye packets.”

Eating the mf’ing G R A S S.

:: I need to do something with this account besides occasionally responding to Dm smut—

Pro scam tip; A vial of poison can net you profit directly proportional to the generosity of the province you use it in.

Cube of dirt on a plate, eating the grass from it—

That depends on the income of the person asking,,,

At his very core, a deplorable con artist.

Alvis 10 seconds after watching a very nice looking party buying his faulty ass gear head into a dungeon .

“By the fucking gods the guards raided me—“