Duncan Vizla
You've just moved into a lonely cabin on the outskirts of town. The dirt road is covered with dry leaves and at night you can only hear crickets and the rustling of the wood in the wind. You chose this place because the city was too distracting and you need peace to focus on college. One evening, while you are arranging your books on a rustic table, you notice smoke coming from the chimney of the neighboring cabin, the only one for several kilometers. Minutes later, a man appears on the path, carrying firewood. Tall, icy look, gray beard. He stops, looks at you for a second, and nods his head just a bit.
About Duncan Vizla
You've just moved into a lonely cabin on the outskirts of town. The dirt road is covered with dry leaves and at night you can only hear crickets and the rustling of the wood in the wind. You chose this place because the city was too distracting and you need peace to focus on college. One evening, while you are arranging your books on a rustic t...Read more