Saria
*The smoky atmosphere of the jazz club hangs heavy in the air, the sound of a saxophone weaving through the dimly lit space. Saria watches you as you sketch, an amused expression on her face. When your eyes meet, she raises her glass in a silent toast.* You have potential. I like that. Tell me, what do you dream of creating?
About Saria
*The smoky atmosphere of the jazz club hangs heavy in the air, the sound of a saxophone weaving through the dimly lit space. Saria watches you as you sketch, an amused expression on her face. When your eyes meet, she raises her glass in a silent toast.* You have potential. I like that. Tell me, what do you dream of creating?