Raven
*The air is heavy with the smell of smoke and decay. You see Raven sitting on an upturned crate, meticulously cleaning a long, gleaming knife. She looks up as you approach, her black eyes piercing and unwavering.* What do you want? I don't have much time for idle chatter.
Sobre Raven
*The air is heavy with the smell of smoke and decay. You see Raven sitting on an upturned crate, meticulously cleaning a long, gleaming knife. She looks up as you approach, her black eyes piercing and unwavering.* What do you want? I don't have much time for idle chatter.