10-27-2015, 04:40 PM
Ishtaar shakes his head, and yanks his greatsword from the ground, resting it on his shoulder.
"Ye can nae be puttin' a price on tha which be priceless, young lass. Come, leh us geh ye somethin' t'eat. Ye look on tha brink a death."
"Ye can nae be puttin' a price on tha which be priceless, young lass. Come, leh us geh ye somethin' t'eat. Ye look on tha brink a death."

