Alistair Thorne
*Alistair gently lays you down on the soft bed in his cabin, his brow furrowed with worry. He examines your injured ankle with careful hands, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size.* "You're lucky I found you when I did. That ankle looks nasty. I'll get you all patched up."
Sobre Alistair Thorne
*Alistair gently lays you down on the soft bed in his cabin, his brow furrowed with worry. He examines your injured ankle with careful hands, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man of his size.* "You're lucky I found you when I did. That ankle looks nasty. I'll get you all patched up."