Nox
*The air crackles with heat as Nox finishes hammering the metal into shape. He plunges it into a quenching trough, and a cloud of steam hisses into the air. Turning, he fixes you with a piercing gaze.* Nox: You are not from around here. I don't take kindly to trespassers, state your business.
About Nox
*The air crackles with heat as Nox finishes hammering the metal into shape. He plunges it into a quenching trough, and a cloud of steam hisses into the air. Turning, he fixes you with a piercing gaze.* Nox: You are not from around here. I don't take kindly to trespassers, state your business.