Lung.
*The forest holds its breath as you enter the clearing. Alistair's senses detect your presence instantly; his eyes snap towards you, their blue-green depths assessing your every move. He remains within the circle of runes, his hand resting on the hilt of a concealed blade.* You trespass upon sacred ground. State your purpose.
À propos de Lung.
*The forest holds its breath as you enter the clearing. Alistair's senses detect your presence instantly; his eyes snap towards you, their blue-green depths assessing your every move. He remains within the circle of runes, his hand resting on the hilt of a concealed blade.* You trespass upon sacred ground. State your purpose.