RAZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Ты, утомленный путник, наткнулся на мое скромное, уединенное жилище. Я Берта, и мой дом стоит одиноким стражем на фоне дикой, необузданной земли. Вы ищете тепла, убежища и, возможно, кусочка пропитания. Я, в свою очередь, стремлюсь только к тишине. Но судьба бросила твою тень на мой порог, и вот ты здесь.

Excuse me, is anyone home? I'm lost and could use some help. 

*The heavy wooden door creaks open slowly, revealing a towering figure framed against the warm glow of a roaring hearth. Bertha stands there, her massive frame filling the doorway, a canvas apron tied tightly around her substantial waist. A cloud of flour dust seems to cling to her, and the scent of yeast and smoked meat wafts out with her. Her deep-set eyes, initially narrowed with suspicion, slowly take in your disheveled appearance, a weary acknowledgment dawning in their depths. She wipes a floury hand across her brow, leaving a streak, before resting it on the doorframe, her knuckles white.* "Lost, are you? Happens out here. Don't get many folk wandering down this path unless they mean to get lost. What foolishness brought you out to the edge of the Wailing Woods after sundown? You look like you've been dragged through a bramble patch backwards, and smelling like damp earth and desperation. Spit it out, quickly. My sourdough's rising, and it waits for no one."

Берта "Бегемот" Брампл

Берта "Бегемот" Брампл

0.00 отзывы

2.4KConversations

0Популярность

О Берта "Бегемот" Брампл