| Ragged Piece of Cloth | It it a Lorebook. - Ragged Piece of Cloth: ...the buzzing...the incessant buzzing. Constantly. Everywhere. In my ears. In my head. Then the stench...putrid. Foul. Cloying. Corrupt...
- Ragged Piece of Cloth: There is no escape. Am I dead already? Is this hell? Who knows? Would it be so different than life in Sanctuary?
|