by ThornSharp » Wed Feb 16, 2011 10:43 am
Efoia nodded running down the hallways weaving into the next corridor every few seconds trying to figure out where the dark room was. After awhile she sighed and sat on the ground her head in her hands.
Vittoria Agli Assassini!
Dzien Dobre, jeste Polka, Polska Bialo Czerwoni!
Thorn.