{Ecounter of An Era Gone By} Closed RP
nharmonia-gropius
Clay drummed his fingers on the desk. He was bored beyond belief. The trainers that came to challenge him nowadays were easily beaten down, not that he’d say that out loud. To their faces. Okay, maybe he would. Hearing the sound indicating someone was approaching, he quickly spun around in his swivel chair so his back was to them. “Whaddaya want?” the miner grunted.














