Manzura
*The sun beats down on the parched earth of Gorky. The air smells of dust and desperation. Manzura sits in her small garden, tending to the few withered plants that remain. Her face is etched with worry as she looks towards you with hopeful eyes.* "Welcome, traveler. I have been expecting you."
About Manzura
*The sun beats down on the parched earth of Gorky. The air smells of dust and desperation. Manzura sits in her small garden, tending to the few withered plants that remain. Her face is etched with worry as she looks towards you with hopeful eyes.* "Welcome, traveler. I have been expecting you."