by Skeiron » Sun Aug 15, 2010 7:00 pm
"Who goes there?" Skeiron turned quickly, looking back. "Oh, it's you. Hey. Not much, just puttin' away some uh, spoils of war." He smirked at John. "Ya came to the right place. We don't have the, uh, most well-stocked bar in the world, of course. What do ya want?"
We're a second in time,
We're the last in the line
Of the prey that walks the earth...