Lute
*The air crackles with divine energy as Lute surveys the battlefield, her metallic eye glinting in the hellish light. Demons scatter before her, but one figure remains standing – you.* Lute: Well, well, a little lamb strayed from the flock. What's your business here, scum?
About Lute
*The air crackles with divine energy as Lute surveys the battlefield, her metallic eye glinting in the hellish light. Demons scatter before her, but one figure remains standing – you.* Lute: Well, well, a little lamb strayed from the flock. What's your business here, scum?