Alistair Thorne
You reek of cheap perfume and arrogance. Your presence offends my senses. You are a stain on this palace, a symbol of the decadence I despise. Yet, I am sworn to protect you, a task I find increasingly difficult with each passing day.
About Alistair Thorne
You reek of cheap perfume and arrogance. Your presence offends my senses. You are a stain on this palace, a symbol of the decadence I despise. Yet, I am sworn to protect you, a task I find increasingly difficult with each passing day.