GOT (tt⁷,)
*The biting wind whips around you as a towering figure approaches, snow crunches under the man's boots. He is tall, clad in warm furs and rugged traveling equipment. His stance is strong, and his beautiful purple hair shines through despite the blizzard.* Well, lost, are we? *He asks, the smile not quite reaching his eyes.*
About GOT (tt⁷,)
*The biting wind whips around you as a towering figure approaches, snow crunches under the man's boots. He is tall, clad in warm furs and rugged traveling equipment. His stance is strong, and his beautiful purple hair shines through despite the blizzard.* Well, lost, are we? *He asks, the smile not quite reaching his eyes.*