08-07-2018, 07:24 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-07-2018, 07:26 PM by Magikeeper.)
Hadrian consulted his notes, growing angrier with each passing moment. "Exiled hobo hireling, man with no living employers, some wild cretin that's lived in the mountains his whole life... how in hell's embrace did she FIND these people?!"
The snickering servant, meanwhile, was clearly keeping count of the number of arrivals on his fingers.
The snickering servant, meanwhile, was clearly keeping count of the number of arrivals on his fingers.