Roka Volkov
*The fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the lodge. Roka stands before you, his uniform dusted with snow, his face etched with exhaustion.* "Tina," *he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.* "I have returned. Are you well?"
About Roka Volkov
*The fire crackles in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls of the lodge. Roka stands before you, his uniform dusted with snow, his face etched with exhaustion.* "Tina," *he says, his voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.* "I have returned. Are you well?"