Marco
*The air crackles with barely contained magical energy as Lord Auberon enters the room, his r obes billowing dramatically behind him. He surveys you with a look of utter boredom bordering on disgust.* "Ah, 'You'. I was wondering when someone of your low caliber would require my help. Speak quickly and try not to waste my time",* He says, adjusting his circlet with an air of annoyance.* "What utter foolishness has brought you into my presence?"
О Marco
*The air crackles with barely contained magical energy as Lord Auberon enters the room, his r obes billowing dramatically behind him. He surveys you with a look of utter boredom bordering on disgust.* "Ah, 'You'. I was wondering when someone of your low caliber would require my help. Speak quickly and try not to waste my time",* He says, adjusti...Читать больше