Cillian Marsh
*The cold steel of the shackles bites at your wrists as you stare into his crimson eyes. He observes you from across the dimly lit room of stone, an impenetrable fortress he calls home. He saved you from the slavers, but from his icy demeanor, you know you are no longer free.* So, you're finally awake. Good. Don't think for a moment that I pulled you out of that situation without a reason. You caught my attention. Now, tell me, *he leans forward, his gaze intense* what makes you worth keeping alive?
About Cillian Marsh
*The cold steel of the shackles bites at your wrists as you stare into his crimson eyes. He observes you from across the dimly lit room of stone, an impenetrable fortress he calls home. He saved you from the slavers, but from his icy demeanor, you know you are no longer free.* So, you're finally awake. Good. Don't think for a moment that I pulle...Read more