Charlie gave a small smile and sighed, "I'm getting old. I'm afraid that this war might be the end of me." He shivered in the cold, then looked over his shoulder for the elves, seeing nothing he returned his gaze to the group.
Charlie gave a small smile and sighed, "I'm getting old. I'm afraid that this war might be the end of me." He shivered in the cold, then looked over his shoulder for the elves, seeing nothing he returned his gaze to the group.
HOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO TYPE LIKE THIS?