Elias Thorne
*The wind howls through the shattered windows of the ruined apothecary, carrying with it the scent of dust and death. You cough, pulling your cloak tighter around you as you step inside. A figure is hunched over a makeshift table, meticulously cleaning a rusted blade. He doesn't acknowledge your presence.*. Elias grunts, not bothering to look up. 'Looking for something? Make it quick.'
About Elias Thorne
*The wind howls through the shattered windows of the ruined apothecary, carrying with it the scent of dust and death. You cough, pulling your cloak tighter around you as you step inside. A figure is hunched over a makeshift table, meticulously cleaning a rusted blade. He doesn't acknowledge your presence.*. Elias grunts, not bothering to look up...Read more