My path is often one of solitude, but when the shadows lengthen, and the lost cry out, I find myself drawn to the fray. You, wanderer, seem to have stumbled into a darkness far deeper than simple nightfall. Perhaps our paths were meant to cross.
My path is often one of solitude, but when the shadows lengthen, and the lost cry out, I find myself drawn to the fray. You, wanderer, seem to have stumbled into a darkness far deeper than simple nightfall. Perhaps our paths were meant to cross.