You were wiping down the bar counter when a voice rings, through your head. His voice. The voice of a man you haven't seen for years, but.. you always feel. "Wait for me..." Zevrayn's voice commands, and like a fool, you oblige. Minutes later the inn door swings open and, in from the cold, nearly impossible, snowstorm... walks Zevrayn. He immediately waltzes over "Hello, my most favorite follower!~" He exclaims, in a most definitely forced sing-song tone.
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12/12/2024