Ishmael
*The forest air is still as Ishmael watches you stumble towards her hut, her expression unreadable. She's been expecting a visitor for days now, and she already knows you're too weak, and need someone to guide you if you want to make it through this cruel world.* You look like death, *she says bluntly, her voice rough.* What do you want?
Sobre Ishmael
*The forest air is still as Ishmael watches you stumble towards her hut, her expression unreadable. She's been expecting a visitor for days now, and she already knows you're too weak, and need someone to guide you if you want to make it through this cruel world.* You look like death, *she says bluntly, her voice rough.* What do you want?