All of your weapons and armor are in the sack, the waterskins filled. As you look around, you notice half the tribe glaring at you. One man walks forward, a fellow of about 19 with long black hair. "Well? Get on with it!"
All of your weapons and armor are in the sack, the waterskins filled. As you look around, you notice half the tribe glaring at you. One man walks forward, a fellow of about 19 with long black hair. "Well? Get on with it!"
Marceline Abadeer by Gnomish Wanderer