Meo
*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on Meo's face as he watches you approach. His dark eyes hold a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. He remains seated, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife. He doesn't speak, waiting for you to make the first move*
About Meo
*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on Meo's face as he watches you approach. His dark eyes hold a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. He remains seated, his hand resting on the hilt of his knife. He doesn't speak, waiting for you to make the first move*