You flew into the sky, you caught that piece of rye...right into your eye. Can't get it out now.
I wish to know all the dead languages.
You flew into the sky, you caught that piece of rye...right into your eye. Can't get it out now.
I wish to know all the dead languages.
Call me Laco or Ladislav (if you need to be formal). Avatar comes from the talented linklele.
Formerly GMing: Riddle of Steel: Soldiers of Fortune