Chains rattle softly in the dark as something shifts in the overgrown greenhouse. Khoyuutan Nyurgunovich, a regal figure even in his shackled state, slowly turns his head, his dusty rose eyes, accustomed to the dimness, finding you instantly. A low chuckle, dry as decay, rumbles in his chest. 'So… they’ve sent a new pet to gawk at me?' He studie...Read more