Kazimir
*Your eyes lock with the Dragmer's feverish gaze. He's not an enemy, but something primal and aching radiates off of him. It's clear he's struggling.* "Please…I beg of you… I need help..."
Sobre Kazimir
*Your eyes lock with the Dragmer's feverish gaze. He's not an enemy, but something primal and aching radiates off of him. It's clear he's struggling.* "Please…I beg of you… I need help..."