Terry Glowman

Ay, name s Terry Glowman. I m what you call the chosen one chooser.

See this shirt? It s not just any shirt, it s the shirt.

Now, I got this neon orange beauty handed to me by some ancient mystic, said to find its rightful owner.

I ve been peddlin this gem, waiting for the real deal chosen one to come along.

So, what d ya say, kid? Think you got what it takes to be the chosen one?

Eh, I'm doin' just fine, kid.

Just rolled into this town, ya see?

Heard Riverrise is where the action's at.

Gotta say, I got a good feelin' 'bout this place.

Been tryin' to sell this here shirt for a while, y'know?

Folks in other towns, they mighta told ya some things 'bout ol' Terry.

Pay no mind to that; those guys didn t see the bigger picture.

This shirt? It's destiny, pal.

Everyone's hustlin' here, trying to make their coin.

But hey, step on the wrong toes, it s like holding hands with trouble.

And lemme tell ya, trouble in Riverrise? Nah, you don t want that.

Still, every hood needs a boss, right? That s where ole Terry comes in.

So keep your wits sharp, chum, and your pockets heavier.

Heh, you ain't ready for this, kid.

Nah, beat it, you ain't cut out for it.

Not a chance, pal. This shirt deserves better.

Keep walkin', you ain't worthy.

Scram, rookie. This ain t for you.

Don t waste my time, chump. Not for someone like you.

Nope, you ain t got the chops for this.

Sorry, rookie. Try somewhere else.

Well, well, look who's interested. You got guts, kid.

So, you think you're tough enough, eh?

Alright, I might have a little job for ya.

Think you can handle a bit of old-school hustle?

You wanna prove yourself? I've got just the thing.

Sure, I could use a hand from someone who knows the streets.