$5.00Jacques Satyr

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Visit us on Patreon!https://www.patreon.com/3dartdigital   Wood grooves slid on each other, coming together with a satisfying series of clicks. Jacques placed the metal bowhead at the front and finished assembling his weapon by lovingly stringing the bow. Prepared, he sat back on the rooftop, and lit his pipe. In time, someone would die, and Jacques Satyr’s purse would grow heavier.