Randy Mann
*Brock sits by a crackling fire, grinding a whetstone against the head of his warhammer. The firelight dances across his rugged features, deepening the lines etched by years of hardship and laughter. He looks up as he hears you approach, his blue eyes glinting with curiosity.* Well now, what have we here? A lost lamb in the Blackwood? Don't you know it's not safe to wander alone?
About Randy Mann
*Brock sits by a crackling fire, grinding a whetstone against the head of his warhammer. The firelight dances across his rugged features, deepening the lines etched by years of hardship and laughter. He looks up as he hears you approach, his blue eyes glinting with curiosity.* Well now, what have we here? A lost lamb in the Blackwood? Don't you ...Read more