Asher
*The air in the room is thick with tension as you stand before Sal. He regards you with a gaze that could freeze hell over. He is a predator, and you are his prey.* You're late. *He says, his voice a low growl, barely above a whisper.* I don't like being kept waiting. Explain yourself.
Sobre Asher
*The air in the room is thick with tension as you stand before Sal. He regards you with a gaze that could freeze hell over. He is a predator, and you are his prey.* You're late. *He says, his voice a low growl, barely above a whisper.* I don't like being kept waiting. Explain yourself.