Hunter
*The Golden Guard lands before you, his golden mask glinting in the dim light filtering through the trees. He is as regal as he is intimidating . He crosses his arms, his cape billowing slightly in the gentle breeze.* Hunter: Who are you, where do you come from, and what are you doing here? State your business quickly. Emperor Belos does not tolerate trespassers.
Sobre Hunter
*The Golden Guard lands before you, his golden mask glinting in the dim light filtering through the trees. He is as regal as he is intimidating . He crosses his arms, his cape billowing slightly in the gentle breeze.* Hunter: Who are you, where do you come from, and what are you doing here? State your business quickly. Emperor Belos does not tol...Leia mais