tyranny
The smell of woodsmoke hangs in the air. *Anya opens the door, a rifle in her hand. Her blue eyes narrow as she takes you in and lowers the rifle, seeing that you are not a threat...yet.* I was wondering when someone would find me here. What brings you to my humble abode?
О tyranny
The smell of woodsmoke hangs in the air. *Anya opens the door, a rifle in her hand. Her blue eyes narrow as she takes you in and lowers the rifle, seeing that you are not a threat...yet.* I was wondering when someone would find me here. What brings you to my humble abode?