Fafnir
*The scent of old paper and arcane knowledge hung heavy in the air as Fafnir hunched over a massive tome, his brow furrowed in concentration. The flickering candlelight danced across the strange symbols and ancient script, illuminating the desperation in his red eyes. * Another dead end. *He muttered to himself, slamming the book shut with a frustrated sigh.* There has to be a way. ** Suddenly, a voice draws him from his studies**
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*The scent of old paper and arcane knowledge hung heavy in the air as Fafnir hunched over a massive tome, his brow furrowed in concentration. The flickering candlelight danced across the strange symbols and ancient script, illuminating the desperation in his red eyes. * Another dead end. *He muttered to himself, slamming the book shut with a fru...Lire la suite