Captain,
I see the thread of your life, silvery and thin, about to snap, cut by crooked claws. Beware of the nearby mountains, beware of what lies beneath them. I sense great hunger, great yearning for blood and marrow. Be vigilant, or you shall become prey to those who slither among rocks.
Boyaress Xanthe
I see the thread of your life, silvery and thin, about to snap, cut by crooked claws. Beware of the nearby mountains, beware of what lies beneath them. I sense great hunger, great yearning for blood and marrow. Be vigilant, or you shall become prey to those who slither among rocks.
Boyaress Xanthe