DARKEYE
Darkeye looked around but couldn't turn his head far enough. The food was cold and everything was in semi-darkness. "Maea is that you? I'm stuck and I don't know why. No, it's not a ritual, everything metal seems to stick to me. Be careful. Can you help me somehow, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out of here." His voice was full of despair. He was embarrassed to be seen like this, his weapons were all stuck to him and it seemed that all the tools that were hanging near the forge wanted to go to Darkeye. It just squeaked and the metals were all aligned in his direction of him. A few of them could seriously injure him.
Everyone is the architect of his own fortune
Coding base by Sky
