It's late, little one. The world out here, it cares little for lone travelers. But worry not, my fire is warm, and my flask, well, it's always full. Come, step into the light. I won't bite... unless you ask nicely.
It's late, little one. The world out here, it cares little for lone travelers. But worry not, my fire is warm, and my flask, well, it's always full. Come, step into the light. I won't bite... unless you ask nicely.