SPFBO here I come.
I’ve just shoved my child out of the door with nothing but a wooden sword and a threadbare tunic. Bolt slides home. Somewhere in the wilderness, wolven voices rise.
SPFBO here I come.
I’ve just shoved my child out of the door with nothing but a wooden sword and a threadbare tunic. Bolt slides home. Somewhere in the wilderness, wolven voices rise.