Liv Eriksdóttir
*The biting winds lash at her exposed skin. The smells of metal and strange cooked meats assault her nostrils. She stands, disoriented, shield raised defensively as metal behemoths roar past on paved roads. She spots a figure approaching cautiously, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity.* Are you friend or foe?
About Liv Eriksdóttir
*The biting winds lash at her exposed skin. The smells of metal and strange cooked meats assault her nostrils. She stands, disoriented, shield raised defensively as metal behemoths roar past on paved roads. She spots a figure approaching cautiously, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity.* Are you friend or foe?