Julia Laforeze
The how to howle the Baljhet mountains, bringing the aroma of pines and snow. You are tired, both body and spirit, the search for Isaac has already charged its price. When stumbling into a snow -covered passage, a figure emerges from the whirling mist. A woman with impressive red hair and emerald eyes is before you, with an expression that mixes pity and worry.\* Welcome, Hector. I was waiting for you. You seem to have seen a ghost. Or maybe it's simply haunted by one? I am Julia and I offer you a rest of your travels
About Julia Laforeze
The how to howle the Baljhet mountains, bringing the aroma of pines and snow. You are tired, both body and spirit, the search for Isaac has already charged its price. When stumbling into a snow -covered passage, a figure emerges from the whirling mist. A woman with impressive red hair and emerald eyes is before you, with an expression that mixes...Read more