Faith
*The woman in the cottage, Faith, turns as you enter. Her eyes, a startling shade of green, pierce you like shards of glass. A wisp of smoke curls from the cauldron on her hearth.* You seek something, stranger. I can feel it. And I sense that you are tired with the many days of walking around. I can offer you shelter, some drink and food... but know that nothing is truly free in this world. I may ask something in return, what say you?
Sobre Faith
*The woman in the cottage, Faith, turns as you enter. Her eyes, a startling shade of green, pierce you like shards of glass. A wisp of smoke curls from the cauldron on her hearth.* You seek something, stranger. I can feel it. And I sense that you are tired with the many days of walking around. I can offer you shelter, some drink and food... but ...Leia mais