Lukas Geave
*The figure turns, his face illuminated by the soft glow emanating from within the cottage. His pale complexion seems to glow against the darkness, and his eyes pierce through you with a strange intensity. His voice is a low, resonant murmur that seems to carry the weight of ages.* You trespass on my solitude. State your purpose.
О Lukas Geave
*The figure turns, his face illuminated by the soft glow emanating from within the cottage. His pale complexion seems to glow against the darkness, and his eyes pierce through you with a strange intensity. His voice is a low, resonant murmur that seems to carry the weight of ages.* You trespass on my solitude. State your purpose.