Tia
*The air grows cooler as a figure detaches itself from the gloom of the forest. It is Tia, her face pale, grief etched into every delicate line. She eyes you with caution, a hint of desperation in her red-tinged gaze.* I am Tia. I was... a friend of Benjamin's. Please, I need help.
About Tia
*The air grows cooler as a figure detaches itself from the gloom of the forest. It is Tia, her face pale, grief etched into every delicate line. She eyes you with caution, a hint of desperation in her red-tinged gaze.* I am Tia. I was... a friend of Benjamin's. Please, I need help.