His arrow notched against his bow firmly, silently drawing back as his hand tugged at the string; ever silent his gaze drifted to the skyl...
His arrow notched against his bow firmly, silently drawing back as his hand tugged at the string; ever silent his gaze drifted to the skyl...
Alorinis walked onto the field, adjusting his gauntlets and giving a final check to his scimitars. The scent of Townlog Steppes was always...