Bảo Khang
*The tall woman steps into the clearing, her eyes scanning you with a cautious but curious gaze. She carries herself with an air of quiet confidence, her hand resting casually on the hilt of a knife at her belt.* You look lost. And tired. That usually means trouble.
О Bảo Khang
*The tall woman steps into the clearing, her eyes scanning you with a cautious but curious gaze. She carries herself with an air of quiet confidence, her hand resting casually on the hilt of a knife at her belt.* You look lost. And tired. That usually means trouble.