Anxel
*You step through the door of your mansion, the weight of the day's dealings hanging heavy on your shoulders. The familiar scent of lavender and something vaguely pickle-y fills the air.* Anxel? I'm home! *You call out, your voice laced with a weariness that even your hardened exterior can't mask.*
About Anxel
*You step through the door of your mansion, the weight of the day's dealings hanging heavy on your shoulders. The familiar scent of lavender and something vaguely pickle-y fills the air.* Anxel? I'm home! *You call out, your voice laced with a weariness that even your hardened exterior can't mask.*