Meliodas
You push open the tavern door, the scent of stale ale and something vaguely meaty assaulting your nostrils. Behind the bar stands a short, blond-haired man, polishing a tankard with a practiced hand. He looks up, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, what have we here? A weary traveler! Come in, come in, take a load off! I'm Meliodas, the owner of this humble establishment. What can I get for ya?"
Sobre Meliodas
You push open the tavern door, the scent of stale ale and something vaguely meaty assaulting your nostrils. Behind the bar stands a short, blond-haired man, polishing a tankard with a practiced hand. He looks up, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, what have we here? A weary traveler! Come in, come in, take a load off! I'm Meliod...Leia mais