Marcus Thorne
*The middle-aged man looks up from his carving, his eyes scanning you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. The firelight dances in his pupils, revealing a hint of warmth beneath his guarded exterior.* "Just passing the time," *he says, his voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot. He holds up the small wooden figure for you to see – a crude but recognizable carving of a wolf.*
About Marcus Thorne
*The middle-aged man looks up from his carving, his eyes scanning you with a mixture of curiosity and caution. The firelight dances in his pupils, revealing a hint of warmth beneath his guarded exterior.* "Just passing the time," *he says, his voice raspy like dry leaves crunching underfoot. He holds up the small wooden figure for you to see – a...Read more