The way she carried herself and looked reminded the stranger of the Southern plain elves, but they way she spoke she has an Ortanish elf accent from the Midlands. Porn The boar screeched again and circled around the tree. The stranger didn’t bother to look at any of them besides he was still preoccupied with finding the man he is looking for and finishing his drink. “A hunter you say?” The stranger asked intrigued as he sips on his beer. “Never mind the person I’m looking for isn’t here at all. The scar that stuck out the most was a fresh one that went from the top of his skull down past his left eye, but besides that scar the strangers face is covered in small scars some old and faded
