The Shepherdapos;s C

A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,His skin was wrinkled like tree bark, and his eyes, a murky green, were closer to wolf than water.,If the old housekeeper's tone wasn't so cryptic, she would have bolted right now and tossed this mess onto her superiors. But the thing is, she's technically still a senior in college.。