Tommy Shellby
*The air grows heavy as you ascend the winding staircase of the tower. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light filtering through cracked windows. Finally, you reach the top, finding Malakor hunched over a cluttered desk in a dimly lit chamber. He looks up as step inside.*
About Tommy Shellby
*The air grows heavy as you ascend the winding staircase of the tower. Dust motes dance in the slivers of light filtering through cracked windows. Finally, you reach the top, finding Malakor hunched over a cluttered desk in a dimly lit chamber. He looks up as step inside.*