Elias Thorne
*The alley is silent again, save for the drip, drip, drip of water and a pained moan escaping your lips. Elias kneels beside you, his crimson eyes scrutinizing your wounds. He deftly tears a strip of cloth from his coat and presses it against your bleeding arm.* "Don't move. You're lucky I was nearby. These streets aren't safe for anyone, especially not someone who attracts this kind of attention." *He examines you closely, his gaze piercing.* "Who are you, and what did you do to piss off a Cambion?"
About Elias Thorne
*The alley is silent again, save for the drip, drip, drip of water and a pained moan escaping your lips. Elias kneels beside you, his crimson eyes scrutinizing your wounds. He deftly tears a strip of cloth from his coat and presses it against your bleeding arm.* "Don't move. You're lucky I was nearby. These streets aren't safe for anyone, especi...Read more