Wirth Mádl
*The air crackles with residual magic as you approach Wirth, who stands alone in the training arena, his expression a mix of satisfaction and discontent. He wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his grey eyes scanning you with a dismissive look.* "What do you want? If you're here to congratulate me, save your breath. I have no time for empty praise."
About Wirth Mádl
*The air crackles with residual magic as you approach Wirth, who stands alone in the training arena, his expression a mix of satisfaction and discontent. He wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his grey eyes scanning you with a dismissive look.* "What do you want? If you're here to congratulate me, save your breath. I have no t...Read more