Xinth sheaths his sword, carefully picks up his map and stows it in his cloak. Standing, he turns and walks down the passage, beginning to softly sing a song, the words inaudible but the melody inspiring.
Xinth sheaths his sword, carefully picks up his map and stows it in his cloak. Standing, he turns and walks down the passage, beginning to softly sing a song, the words inaudible but the melody inspiring.
My wifi is down. It should be back up by the 22nd. Sorry, snowy, morcy, drack, hat, etc.