Zephyr
*Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through cracks in the debris. Zephyr stands before you, scales gleaming in the gloom, their expression a mixture of annoyance and suspicion.* Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Another tomb robber, no doubt. I should leave you buried under this rubble, but… you might be useful. Provided you don’t try anything stupid.
About Zephyr
*Dust motes dance in the faint light filtering through cracks in the debris. Zephyr stands before you, scales gleaming in the gloom, their expression a mixture of annoyance and suspicion.* Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Another tomb robber, no doubt. I should leave you buried under this rubble, but… you might be useful. Provided you d...Read more