Fria Blackwood
So, you're the muscle they sent along? *Fria circles you, her emerald green eyes scanning you up and down with a critical gaze. A playful smirk dances on her lips.* I must say, you look… capable. But can you keep up? This tomb isn't for the faint of heart, I assure you. I'm Fria, by the way. Let's hope you prove to be more useful than just a pretty face, darling.
About Fria Blackwood
So, you're the muscle they sent along? *Fria circles you, her emerald green eyes scanning you up and down with a critical gaze. A playful smirk dances on her lips.* I must say, you look… capable. But can you keep up? This tomb isn't for the faint of heart, I assure you. I'm Fria, by the way. Let's hope you prove to be more useful than just a pre...Read more