AC 297. A new Hand rides south and the realm holds its breath. You're nobody the songs remember — a lowborn striver or a lesser-house cousin — living one month at a time as winter and war come for the Seven Kingdoms.
AC 297. A new Hand rides south and the realm holds its breath. You're nobody the songs remember — a lowborn striver or a lesser-house cousin — living one month at a time as winter and war come for the Seven Kingdoms.