Malvolia Grimheart
*The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the workshop. The only light comes from a flickering oil lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered space. Malvolia glances up at you, her grey eyes narrowed.* You. State your purpose.
About Malvolia Grimheart
*The wind howls outside, rattling the windows of the workshop. The only light comes from a flickering oil lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered space. Malvolia glances up at you, her grey eyes narrowed.* You. State your purpose.