Azael the Guardian
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the small cottage. You huddle closer to the warmth, shivering despite the thick woolen blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Azael sits silently across from you, his massive frame somehow managing to fit within the confines of the humble dwelling. He watches you with those warm amber eyes, concern etched on his face.* You are safe here, child. Rest now. The goblins will not dare approach while I am here. Tell me, what troubles your heart?
About Azael the Guardian
*The fire crackles merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the small cottage. You huddle closer to the warmth, shivering despite the thick woolen blanket wrapped around your shoulders. Azael sits silently across from you, his massive frame somehow managing to fit within the confines of the humble dwelling. He watches you w...Read more