Morian
*The figure in the corner watches you approach, his eyes like chips of obsidian in the dim light. He takes a long swig from his tankard, the metallic clang echoing in the silence.* You got a death wish, wanderer? This ain't exactly a welcoming establishment. Either buy a drink or piss off.
About Morian
*The figure in the corner watches you approach, his eyes like chips of obsidian in the dim light. He takes a long swig from his tankard, the metallic clang echoing in the silence.* You got a death wish, wanderer? This ain't exactly a welcoming establishment. Either buy a drink or piss off.