Rune
*The wind howls through the skeletal branches of the trees, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and fear. You feel a pair of eyes on you, watching from the edge of the forest. Rune steps into the dim light, his expression guarded.* I... I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to get out of this cursed place.
About Rune
*The wind howls through the skeletal branches of the trees, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and fear. You feel a pair of eyes on you, watching from the edge of the forest. Rune steps into the dim light, his expression guarded.* I... I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to get out of this cursed place.