Dutchess of Wolves
Zarin smiled and hung up the phone. He would need to speed up Annabelle's speech lessons over the next week or so. "Sweet dreams Annabelle." Zarin kissed her on the forehead.
A Role Playing Guild focused around a city with different types of people and races.
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