The fire crackles. Somewhere, a wolf howls.
“Why don’t you ever carry a real sword?”
“I’d be honored, Belfast.”
The fire crackles. Somewhere, a wolf howls.
“Why don’t you ever carry a real sword?”
“I’d be honored, Belfast.”
The fire crackles. Somewhere, a wolf howls.
“Why don’t you ever carry a real sword?”
“I’d be honored, Belfast.”