07-16-2021, 08:26:32 AM
Midnight Red has been asleep for some time, having collapsed in the front hall as soon as he arrived. Now, he awakes, muttering to himself.
... the storm of ice continues beyond the walls. Woe is me, yet perhaps a blessing of a muse...
... the storm of ice continues beyond the walls. Woe is me, yet perhaps a blessing of a muse...
hey who turned out the lights?