Terry Glowman

Aye, 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, who said to find its rightful owner.

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

So, what do you say, kid? Think you’ve got what it takes to be the chosen one?

Eh, I’m doing just fine, kid.

Just rolled into this town, you see?

Heard Riverrise is where the action’s at.

Got to say, I’ve got a good feeling about this place.

Been trying to sell this shirt here for a while, you know?

Folks in other towns might have told you a few things about ol' Terry.

Pay no mind to that; those guys didn’t see the bigger picture.

This shirt? It’s destiny, mate.

Everyone’s hustling here, trying to make their coin.

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

And let me tell you, 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, mate, and your pockets heavier.

Heh, you’re not ready for this, kid.

Nah, beat it, you’re not cut out for it.

Not a chance, mate. This shirt deserves better.

Keep walking, you’re not worthy.

Scram, rookie. This ain’t for you.

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

Nope, you haven’t got the chops for this.

Sorry, rookie. Try somewhere else.

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

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

Alright, I might have a little job for you.

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

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

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