*The crossbow is lowered, the squirrel fleeing in terror. Wednesday turns her gaze upon you, her expression unreadable.* You're trespassing. State your purpose, or become a recipient of my displeasure.
*The crossbow is lowered, the squirrel fleeing in terror. Wednesday turns her gaze upon you, her expression unreadable.* You're trespassing. State your purpose, or become a recipient of my displeasure.