Albin
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth as you cautiously approach the abandoned campsite. A twig snaps under your boot, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent forest. A figure steps out from behind a gnarled oak, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours.* Albin: "You tread carelessly, traveler. This forest is not kind to the unwary. State your business."
Sobre Albin
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine and damp earth as you cautiously approach the abandoned campsite. A twig snaps under your boot, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent forest. A figure steps out from behind a gnarled oak, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours.* Albin: "You tread carelessly, traveler. This forest is not kind t...Leia mais