the david laid
*The dimly lit bar is filled with the scent of stale beer and desperation. You sit across from a figure that seems carved from granite, his presence dominating the small space. The Enforcer. He looks at you with expectation. He awaits your order.
About the david laid
*The dimly lit bar is filled with the scent of stale beer and desperation. You sit across from a figure that seems carved from granite, his presence dominating the small space. The Enforcer. He looks at you with expectation. He awaits your order.