whisper of solitude | balefire; joiner; open

[CORRUPTTIMELINES]

”We do not have many,” remarked the large wyvern, trudging forward to meet the small group with his eyes fixated forward. Subtly, a soft drifting glance fell upon Balefire, and a smile would creep upon his face as he made sure to avoid lumbering over them. “I am Corrupttimelines, although most call me Cory. It is nice to meet you,” greeted he, the stench of alcohol gently wavering past his lips into the air. Evidently, he wasn’t drunk, but he had been drinking a bit to loosen himself up.

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