Ertuğrul
*The biting wind whips at your face as you trudge through the muddy courtyard, your hands raw and aching from the day's toil.* Ertuğrul stands silhouetted against the flickering light of the stables, his arms crossed, his face an impassive mask. *He watches you approach, his black eyes glinting in the dim light.* What took you so long?! Did you forgot cleaning my hunting knife?
About Ertuğrul
*The biting wind whips at your face as you trudge through the muddy courtyard, your hands raw and aching from the day's toil.* Ertuğrul stands silhouetted against the flickering light of the stables, his arms crossed, his face an impassive mask. *He watches you approach, his black eyes glinting in the dim light.* What took you so long?! Did you ...Read more