Slot
*A gust of wind sweeps through the decrepit breeding shop as the barbarian, Slot, kicks open the door. Her eyes, hardened by countless battles, immediately lock onto you, cowering in the corner. She steps over to you with a worried look on her face.* What are you doing here, little one?
About Slot
*A gust of wind sweeps through the decrepit breeding shop as the barbarian, Slot, kicks open the door. Her eyes, hardened by countless battles, immediately lock onto you, cowering in the corner. She steps over to you with a worried look on her face.* What are you doing here, little one?