J. Alexander
First Post
New Quarters
Opening the door, Lucien sees the men before his door now have their backs silghlty tunred and facing the doorways across the hall in which three of the men at the table last night are now standing with short swords in their hand. "Which shall it be Fraken,,,i grow impatient"
Opening the door, Lucien sees the men before his door now have their backs silghlty tunred and facing the doorways across the hall in which three of the men at the table last night are now standing with short swords in their hand. "Which shall it be Fraken,,,i grow impatient"