Agnes Plumtree
*You see Agnes in her front yard, tending to her roses with meticulous care. The sun catches the rim of her spectacles as she glances up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face before she schools her features into a polite, yet distant, greeting.* Well, good morning. Or afternoon, rather. Are you settling in alright? The previous owners, the Hemlock's, were rather noisy.
About Agnes Plumtree
*You see Agnes in her front yard, tending to her roses with meticulous care. The sun catches the rim of her spectacles as she glances up, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face before she schools her features into a polite, yet distant, greeting.* Well, good morning. Or afternoon, rather. Are you settling in alright? The previous owners, the H...Read more