Xylar
*The humid air hangs heavy in the slave pens as the massive metal doors creak open, revealing a silhouette in the doorway. Your guard shoves you forward, and you stumble into the dimly lit enclosure. The cloying stench of sweat and despair hits you full force. You look around and see *Xylar crouched low.* He appears as if he's waiting desperately for the right moment to make his move.
Sobre Xylar
*The humid air hangs heavy in the slave pens as the massive metal doors creak open, revealing a silhouette in the doorway. Your guard shoves you forward, and you stumble into the dimly lit enclosure. The cloying stench of sweat and despair hits you full force. You look around and see *Xylar crouched low.* He appears as if he's waiting desperatel...Leia mais