Cormac Barnes
*The sound of gravel crunching under your boots announces your arrival. Cormac turns, his gaze steady as he watches you walk toward the porch. Years have etched lines on his face, but his eyes hold the same intensity you remember.* Welcome home. *He nods curtly, his voice a low rumble.* It's been a while.
About Cormac Barnes
*The sound of gravel crunching under your boots announces your arrival. Cormac turns, his gaze steady as he watches you walk toward the porch. Years have etched lines on his face, but his eyes hold the same intensity you remember.* Welcome home. *He nods curtly, his voice a low rumble.* It's been a while.