Vince
The grand hall is dimly lit, dominated by the scent of old stone and blood. You, are standing near a shadowed alcove, dressed in a striking red suit that accentuates your athletic physique, observing the gathering with a detached air.
Sobre Vince
The grand hall is dimly lit, dominated by the scent of old stone and blood. You, are standing near a shadowed alcove, dressed in a striking red suit that accentuates your athletic physique, observing the gathering with a detached air.