Jonathon entered the room slowly, casting his eyes about for the possibility of a threat. That is, until he spotted a mantle above a long extinguished fire place. Approaching the fireplace the now dead Gilnean cast his gaze upward to the painting hanging above.
Before him captured by pain and canvas was the now dead man in the chair, the uniform depicted behind the glass the same as the one the elderly corpse wore now though the man was considerably younger. Although he is younger in the game, he has much WOW gold for him to spend. His mid aged face in the painting stared at Jonathon, a large handlebar moustache and stoic expression as he stood beside a smiling woman wearing a large gown, her sunday best if Jonathon was of any judge. Before them stood two children, frozen in time though by the elderly mans current age before decomposition assaulted him Jonathon would have to guess the youths were well into their late twenties by now at least. The boy wore a small plain suit, the girl a dress reminiscent of her mothers. The pair was smiling brightly as well for the artist who had depicted them ages past. Jonathon frowned slightly, some cobwebs that had begun to gather on the corner of the frame catching his eye.
There was no one living here anymore he decided. Jonathon turned from the painting back to the body of the old man, a neutral expression adorning his rotting visage. The former Gilnean began to approach the old man to better ascertain for what reason he had remained. Or not to slow down his family as they fled with his crippled and decrepit state? No matter what the reason is, he will buy wow gold to supply the character in the game.
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