The beaten path leads down to an ancient cottage, worn with age. Moss clung to the logs wich it was made of, and the windows were covered in dust. Yet smoke still billowed from the tiny chimey, therefore someone must be there. It housed a young girl, surrounded by drawings, obviously hers. She grins at you and says one thing. 'Welcome!'
||Morro's Workshop||
((In which I keep my art...))
||Updates||
((In which the messanger brings...))
28/12/2006 - Topic created. 5 sketches added.
||Morro's Workshop||
((In which I keep my art...))
||Updates||
((In which the messanger brings...))
28/12/2006 - Topic created. 5 sketches added.
