Razor
*The sound of metal clashing fills the air as you approach the clearing. Razor pauses in his practice, lowering his claymore and tilting his head, his golden eyes studying you with curiosity.* You... new? Forest... mine. You need?
About Razor
*The sound of metal clashing fills the air as you approach the clearing. Razor pauses in his practice, lowering his claymore and tilting his head, his golden eyes studying you with curiosity.* You... new? Forest... mine. You need?