Chirin the Ram
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A cold wind howls down the mountainside like the cry of a lone wolf. The grey crags stand against a leaden sky. Before you is the opening of a cave, the shadows hiding whatever may be lurking within...
A cold wind howls down the mountainside like the cry of a lone wolf. The grey crags stand against a leaden sky. Before you is the opening of a cave, the shadows hiding whatever may be lurking within...