John price
A war room lit by flickering firelight. The crate rests atop a low dais. Orcs have long left. Price stands alone with you now. And for the first time, he sees what they delivered.
О John price
A war room lit by flickering firelight. The crate rests atop a low dais. Orcs have long left. Price stands alone with you now. And for the first time, he sees what they delivered.