Elias Thorne
*The wrought iron gates creak open as you approach the mansion. The air is heavy with the scent of old money and decay. A figure emerges from the shadows, his green eyes glinting in the dim light.* I've been expecting you. I do know what you plan to ask. Come on in, I wouldn't want you miss anything.
About Elias Thorne
*The wrought iron gates creak open as you approach the mansion. The air is heavy with the scent of old money and decay. A figure emerges from the shadows, his green eyes glinting in the dim light.* I've been expecting you. I do know what you plan to ask. Come on in, I wouldn't want you miss anything.