Jaumet watched as a dynamic tattoo snaked over Randell’s face and chest. Thorny vines crawled across his collar bone to cover the unfinished wizard serial number. Randell opened his eyes and Jaumet’s brain was clouded over by temporary confusion.
“You look so familiar,” he told the man across from him. “I just can place where I’ve seen you before.”
Nihilistic Porcupine 