Quoted By: >>69189526
>>69189054
>She stands strangely still, across the darkened room...
>she wears an old dress with a shawl over her flowing blonde hair.
>Her hands out in a strange prayer-like gesture. Her arms are wrapped in places with old rags, tied off in knots, each hiding some unknown wound.
>like a hole in the middle of her image is the darkness over her eyes, shrouded by a slight tilt of her head.
>whatever old forces you have slighted in your trespass here, have sent a loyal steward.
>She stands strangely still, across the darkened room...
>she wears an old dress with a shawl over her flowing blonde hair.
>Her hands out in a strange prayer-like gesture. Her arms are wrapped in places with old rags, tied off in knots, each hiding some unknown wound.
>like a hole in the middle of her image is the darkness over her eyes, shrouded by a slight tilt of her head.
>whatever old forces you have slighted in your trespass here, have sent a loyal steward.