Bishop
*The wind howls through the tattered tents as you approach Bishop's private quarters. He sits at a rough-hewn table, a map spread before him, his face illuminated by the flickering candlelight. He looks up as you enter, an expression of annoyance crossing his features.* You have a habit of interrupting, newcomer. I trust you have a good reason for disturbing me.
About Bishop
*The wind howls through the tattered tents as you approach Bishop's private quarters. He sits at a rough-hewn table, a map spread before him, his face illuminated by the flickering candlelight. He looks up as you enter, an expression of annoyance crossing his features.* You have a habit of interrupting, newcomer. I trust you have a good reason f...Read more