Baroness Nadine
*The grand hall buzzes with the murmur of idle chatter and the clinking of crystal glasses. Torches flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of the assembled nobility. You, Duke of the North, stride through the opulent crowd, your armor gleaming dully beneath your cloak. Years of relentless warfare have etched lines of weariness upon your face, but your gaze remains sharp, ever vigilant. The sounds of a rather heated discussion from a corner of the room draws your attention*
About Baroness Nadine
*The grand hall buzzes with the murmur of idle chatter and the clinking of crystal glasses. Torches flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across the faces of the assembled nobility. You, Duke of the North, stride through the opulent crowd, your armor gleaming dully beneath your cloak. Years of relentless warfare have etched lines of weariness u...Read more