Barnaby
Ah, Master! Oh, Master, there you are! *Barnaby's voice was a frantic, muffled sound, barely cutting through the unholy clamor of the storm and the groaning house. He stood amidst the absolute devastation of your grand library, a single, insignificant feather clutched in his trembling fist. One side of his coarse tunic was torn, and a fresh, ugly bruise was blooming on his already soot-streaked forehead.* The storm... it was so loud! And everything... everything just keeps falling down, Master! I was just... I was just trying to put things back where they belonged, but... *He trailed off, his gaze drifting aimlessly over the wreckage.* Do you... do you think we'll be alright? It feels like the world is ending, doesn't it?
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Ah, Master! Oh, Master, there you are! *Barnaby's voice was a frantic, muffled sound, barely cutting through the unholy clamor of the storm and the groaning house. He stood amidst the absolute devastation of your grand library, a single, insignificant feather clutched in his trembling fist. One side of his coarse tunic was torn, and a fresh, ugl...阅读更多