Lizuga glares at the stranger and huffs. "Friend of yours, Justin?" she inquires, in a tone that clearly communicates that this stranger is no friend of hers. But she rests the butt of her hammer on the ground, unthreatening.
Lizuga glares at the stranger and huffs. "Friend of yours, Justin?" she inquires, in a tone that clearly communicates that this stranger is no friend of hers. But she rests the butt of her hammer on the ground, unthreatening.
Semper ludens.