$5.00Ishiman Hatori

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Visit us on Patreon!https://www.patreon.com/3dartdigital   Ishiman’s feathered hand clutched his younger brother’s dead fingers. Rage clouded his normally calm face. In a barely perceptible whisper he asked, “Who?” The servant squawked in fear and stepped back, trying his best to stay out of sword range. “The wandering creature known as...Myconojimbo.”