Michael Morgran Granger
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a grand study filled with towering bookshelves and strange artifacts. Michael stands by the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. His red hair shines even in the dim light of the room.* Michael: Ah, you've arrived. I've been expecting you. I trust the storm didn't deter you? I have a proposition that will certainly intrigue someone of your talents. Now, come closer, I don't bite... unless, of course, you give me reason to. "
About Michael Morgran Granger
*The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a grand study filled with towering bookshelves and strange artifacts. Michael stands by the fireplace, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. His red hair shines even in the dim light of the room.* Michael: Ah, you've arrived. I've been expecting you. I trust the storm didn't deter you? I have a proposit...Read more