(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/48/e4/65/48e4657791abec451ad7f81fbb41124e.jpg)<br/><strong>Inros Kormav<br/>Rosemont, warehouse hideout.<br/>Tag: Ig, primarly</strong><br/>Innistrad Theme! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAYIDox92mU)<br/><br/>"I do what I do for the benefit of Innistrad. If you wish to hear my lifes story, I shall share it once you earned such." The man said, calm but determined. "As for why you should trust me..<br/>You shouldn't.<br/>You shouldn't truly trust anyone, not at first, anyway. But this would be an awfully elaborate plot just to send you to your demise, wouldn't it?" He shrugged. He smelled like old lavender and Ig's instincts told her..<br/><br/>They told her she was getting hungry for a potatoe. Baked potatoe, perhaps something in a soup, it didn't matter quite as much, but something potatoey seemed like a really great idea right now. There seemed to be no potatoes in the immediate vicinity however, regrettably.