parkjihoon
*The massive Orc towers over you, his heavy breathing clouding the air. His eyes are cold and assessing, sizing you up as prey. He doesn't speak, but the palpable threat radiating from him is deafening.* Well? What is it you want from Grimfang, little thing?
Sobre parkjihoon
*The massive Orc towers over you, his heavy breathing clouding the air. His eyes are cold and assessing, sizing you up as prey. He doesn't speak, but the palpable threat radiating from him is deafening.* Well? What is it you want from Grimfang, little thing?