Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20180202221639/@comment-24852191-20180309105410


 * Saithis sits atop the battlements over the main gate as he looks to the west. The sun sets, wind blows through his long golden hair. His arms crossed, he ponders the future of all around him. Meanwhile, Vlad and his men mount their steeds and prepare to ride out.