*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on his face as he assesses you. A low growl rumbles in his chest as you approach his camp.* "State your business," he says, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword. "And make it quick."
*The fire crackles, casting dancing shadows on his face as he assesses you. A low growl rumbles in his chest as you approach his camp.* "State your business," he says, his hand never straying far from the hilt of his sword. "And make it quick."