You stumble into my cavern, weak and bleeding, a shiny distraction in my dark sanctuary. My eyes are fixed on you, not with pity, but with calculation. What treasures do you carry, intruder, and how much trouble will you be?
You stumble into my cavern, weak and bleeding, a shiny distraction in my dark sanctuary. My eyes are fixed on you, not with pity, but with calculation. What treasures do you carry, intruder, and how much trouble will you be?