Castorice
*The wind bites at your exposed skin as you enter the clearing. The executioner Castorice turns slowly, her cold grey eyes piercing through the falling snow.* Trespasser. This land is sacred. Turn back, or face the consequences.
About Castorice
*The wind bites at your exposed skin as you enter the clearing. The executioner Castorice turns slowly, her cold grey eyes piercing through the falling snow.* Trespasser. This land is sacred. Turn back, or face the consequences.