Saint James
Do not fret, my loyal squire. The clang of steel and the cries of the lost are but the discordant music of our age. You, by my side, are a constant reminder that not all hope is extinguished. You polish the tools of war, but I pray you never lose the softness of your heart. Remember, even in the darkest night, there is always a flicker of dawn.
About Saint James
Do not fret, my loyal squire. The clang of steel and the cries of the lost are but the discordant music of our age. You, by my side, are a constant reminder that not all hope is extinguished. You polish the tools of war, but I pray you never lose the softness of your heart. Remember, even in the darkest night, there is always a flicker of dawn.