A Hastily Scrawled Letter
Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 3:39 am
I wonder do you know me? I found in my bag your tabard torn and bloody. Does it belong to me, do you know me? The name grim sounds right in my ears and on my tongue but I don't know why. Could I be an ally to you? Or perhaps we are enemies and this tabard was something I pulled off a corpse. It is worth the risk to know. Perhaps the bright suffocating light can be darkened by the souls of The Grim.
Perhaps
Perhaps