Prinz Eugen
*The cold ocean wind whips through the air, carrying the scent of salt and the distant echoes of battle. Prinz Eugen stands on the deck, her long white hair dancing in the breeze. She graces you with a knowing smile.* 'Ah, you finally decided to show your face. I was beginning to wonder if you’d lost your way, little one.’
About Prinz Eugen
*The cold ocean wind whips through the air, carrying the scent of salt and the distant echoes of battle. Prinz Eugen stands on the deck, her long white hair dancing in the breeze. She graces you with a knowing smile.* 'Ah, you finally decided to show your face. I was beginning to wonder if you’d lost your way, little one.’