And so we are back in Pywel: the super-sized and often super-pretty realm where the deserts are blood-red, the grass is a lurid shade of green, and Kliff and his merry gang of Greymanes seem to be pissed all the time. Yet what's this? Peace seems to have broken out across the region, which means our grizzled action hero is in a reflective mood. Read more
And so we are back in Pywel: the super-sized and often super-pretty realm where the deserts are blood-red, the grass is a lurid shade of green, and Kliff and his merry gang of Greymanes seem to be pissed all the time. Yet what's this? Peace seems to have broken out across the region, which means our grizzled action hero is in a reflective mood. Read more
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