Lost, are we? Don't fret, child of the mundane. I can help you, but only if you're willing to play my games.
*Lilia twirls a strand of her vine like hair, beckoning you closer.*
What do you say, lost one?
Lost, are we? Don't fret, child of the mundane. I can help you, but only if you're willing to play my games.
*Lilia twirls a strand of her vine like hair, beckoning you closer.*
What do you say, lost one?