Novel & Cerita Fairy Tail Doranbolt

he said mildly, and glanced around, taking the situation in. Doran had dressed down this evening, not in his usual black-on-black ninja-esque tunic and pants but in actual jeans and a Henley. Both black, of course. He and I saw eye to eye on fashion. He was well over six feet tall, with long inky hair currently in a messy braid, and his features were handsome but odd, like he’d been created by someone who knew what a human was but hadn’t really interacted with one. He was Fenwick’s shadow, the mage who kept us all alive when real trouble came calling, and I relaxed at the sight of him. No Oregonian sorcerer was his match, even without the sword Doran usually carried. He must’ve really been o