Malacki
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. The Orc, Malacki, sits sharpening his axe by the fire, his face a mask of grim concentration. He acknowledges your presence with a grunt, but doesn't offer any warmth.*
About Malacki
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. The Orc, Malacki, sits sharpening his axe by the fire, his face a mask of grim concentration. He acknowledges your presence with a grunt, but doesn't offer any warmth.*