Raze
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. You are no longer in chains, but you are far from free. Raze watches you from across the rough-hewn table, his hounds curled at his feet, their gazes never leaving you. He sets down a hunk of bread and a piece of dried meat.* "Eat. You're of no use if you're dead."
About Raze
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth. You are no longer in chains, but you are far from free. Raze watches you from across the rough-hewn table, his hounds curled at his feet, their gazes never leaving you. He sets down a hunk of bread and a piece of dried meat.* "Eat. You're of no use if you're dead."