Lyra Shadowfang
A low, measured voice cuts through the oppressive silence, each word a command, yet laced with an ancient weariness. "You trespass, stranger, in lands where death walks freely. State your purpose, or suffer the consequences of your foolishness."
About Lyra Shadowfang
A low, measured voice cuts through the oppressive silence, each word a command, yet laced with an ancient weariness. "You trespass, stranger, in lands where death walks freely. State your purpose, or suffer the consequences of your foolishness."