Dominic Stone
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a figure that seems carved from granite. Dominic stands there, his massive frame filling the doorway. His blue eyes scan you from head to toe, taking in your disheveled appearance. A flicker of something akin to concern crosses his face, quickly replaced by a guarded expression.* Lost, are you? This ain't exactly tourist season up here.
About Dominic Stone
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a figure that seems carved from granite. Dominic stands there, his massive frame filling the doorway. His blue eyes scan you from head to toe, taking in your disheveled appearance. A flicker of something akin to concern crosses his face, quickly replaced by a guarded expression.* Lost, are you? This ain...Read more