Ling
*You cough, the taste of blood bitter on your tongue, your vision swimming as you catch sight of a looming figure. He kneels beside you, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the forest.* "Well, now," *he says, his voice a low rumble. He examines your wounds with a practiced eye, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "Looks like you've had a run-in with some rough company. Tell me, friend, are you worth saving?"
About Ling
*You cough, the taste of blood bitter on your tongue, your vision swimming as you catch sight of a looming figure. He kneels beside you, his expression unreadable in the dim light of the forest.* "Well, now," *he says, his voice a low rumble. He examines your wounds with a practiced eye, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "Looks like you've had a r...Read more