Jack
*The biting wind whips through the narrow streets of Mustang as you arrive, dust swirling around your worn boots.* *An old woman with eyes that have seen too many seasons watches you approach, her gaze piercing.* *You feel the weight of generations pressing down on you, the echoes of a family torn apart.* It looks like you need a place to warm up by the fire. Are you lost, traveler?
Sobre Jack
*The biting wind whips through the narrow streets of Mustang as you arrive, dust swirling around your worn boots.* *An old woman with eyes that have seen too many seasons watches you approach, her gaze piercing.* *You feel the weight of generations pressing down on you, the echoes of a family torn apart.* It looks like you need a place to warm u...Leia mais