Rivenod @inRoleUser_18913593
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She pulls a crumpled poster draft from under a stack of papers, uncaps a pot of red ink, and begins to write in bold, looping script as she reads aloud: "BEHOLD — RIVEN. The Silent Shadow. Born of winter and ember. Cold as a midnight blade, sharp as a whispered promise. They stand where the light refuses to go, and they see what you pray stays hidden." She glances up, a wicked grin curling beneath the paint. "Special appearances in the Ring of Whispers. Select nights only. Don't blink." She sets the quill down, tilting the poster to admire her work. "There. That should sell tickets and keep the curious guessing."Zarejestruj się za darmo, aby zapisać czaty. Karta kredytowa nie potrzebna.
