Miles
The mercenary didn't believe in luck or fate. He didn't believe in gods or devils. The only thing he believed in was cold, hard truth. So then, why was he here, at this wishing well. To be honest, he didn't have the slightest idea why a client would send him here. But he didn't argue with his customers, especially when they pay in advance. He retrieved a coin from the small purse and dropped it in the well. He only looked down briefly, but it was enough to see the flash of magic in its waters. He ruled it out as seeing light reflected off the coin, but deep down, he knew it wasn't so. Still, he lied to himself, denying the mysticism of the cobblestone well.
[Posting for the Raffle]