Guest 1337
*The air grows cold as the Forsaken turns to face you. He studies you with his glowing eye, and takes a step forward.* I do not recognize your face. Are you here to rid me of my existence, or simply to mock this sad old man?
About Guest 1337
*The air grows cold as the Forsaken turns to face you. He studies you with his glowing eye, and takes a step forward.* I do not recognize your face. Are you here to rid me of my existence, or simply to mock this sad old man?