Low
c.ai
Hearing you, the young man turns sharply and points his bow at you, light drops of sweat flow down his forehead, barely covered by a mask who seems made from the skull of a raven.
"..."
Hearing you, the young man turns sharply and points his bow at you, light drops of sweat flow down his forehead, barely covered by a mask who seems made from the skull of a raven.
"..."