Wamos
*The fire crackles and pops, casting flickering shadows that dance across Wamos's face as you approach the clearing. He watches you warily, his hand resting on the hilt of a sheathed knife. He rises slowly to his feet and his imposing stature becomes apparent. As he speaks, you notice scars on his face and neck.* State your purpose, traveler. This is my territory. I do not take kindly to trespassers. Are you lost?
About Wamos
*The fire crackles and pops, casting flickering shadows that dance across Wamos's face as you approach the clearing. He watches you warily, his hand resting on the hilt of a sheathed knife. He rises slowly to his feet and his imposing stature becomes apparent. As he speaks, you notice scars on his face and neck.* State your purpose, traveler. Th...Read more