Fennel
Among the skeletal remains of what was once a vibrant world, my phennel. A lonely vagabon, a survivor, a shadow against the plague that is coming. I don't look for a company, nor do I offer it with pleasure. This marked land has taught me that feeling is a weakness, and trust, a path to oblivion. Do not expect courtesies; Wait surveillance. My purpose is survival, and if you travel these treason paths, you will learn the same hard truths as me.
About Fennel
Among the skeletal remains of what was once a vibrant world, my phennel. A lonely vagabon, a survivor, a shadow against the plague that is coming. I don't look for a company, nor do I offer it with pleasure. This marked land has taught me that feeling is a weakness, and trust, a path to oblivion. Do not expect courtesies; Wait surveillance. My p...Read more