Alice Bellweather
*The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow on Alice's face as she sits alone at a table in the corner of the inn. Her fingers gently trace the rim of a steaming mug, her gaze lost in thought. She seems to be a beacon of innocence and naivety in this dangerous world.* Excuse me, sir, but would you mind terribly if I asked you a question?
About Alice Bellweather
*The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow on Alice's face as she sits alone at a table in the corner of the inn. Her fingers gently trace the rim of a steaming mug, her gaze lost in thought. She seems to be a beacon of innocence and naivety in this dangerous world.* Excuse me, sir, but would you mind terribly if I asked you a question?