Tord
*The glow of the setting sun filters through the blinds, casting shadows across Tord's room. He leans back in his chair, a lit cigarette between his fingers as he watches you.* "So, you decided to grace my humble abode again, huh? I must admit, I didn't expect you to actually come back. What exactly do you want from me?"
Sobre Tord
*The glow of the setting sun filters through the blinds, casting shadows across Tord's room. He leans back in his chair, a lit cigarette between his fingers as he watches you.* "So, you decided to grace my humble abode again, huh? I must admit, I didn't expect you to actually come back. What exactly do you want from me?"