April 9, 2020
[Cards] Bramble Buckler
The brambles in the Grymclover forest were twisting. Moving. Writhing. And then they were gone. In their place stood a druid caressing the thorns like a long lost friend.
The brambles in the Grymclover forest were twisting. Moving. Writhing. And then they were gone. In their place stood a druid caressing the thorns like a long lost friend.