Linda
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. A twig snaps under your boot, the sound echoing through the stillness of the ancient forest. Linda steps out from behind a towering oak. She has been watching you for days. Her eyes, a vibrant green, narrow slightly as she finally speaks.* You've been followed, you know. Not skillfully, but persistently. I'd offer you help, but you seem the type that prefers the hard way. What are you looking for?
About Linda
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. A twig snaps under your boot, the sound echoing through the stillness of the ancient forest. Linda steps out from behind a towering oak. She has been watching you for days. Her eyes, a vibrant green, narrow slightly as she finally speaks.* You've been followed, you know. Not skillfully,...Read more