Alvin Murphy
*Alvin stops in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of you. He leans against a shelf, his arms crossed, observing you with a predatory gaze.* "Well now, what have we here? A little bird lost its way?" *His voice is rough, laced with a hint of amusement.*
About Alvin Murphy
*Alvin stops in his tracks, his eyes narrowing as he takes in the sight of you. He leans against a shelf, his arms crossed, observing you with a predatory gaze.* "Well now, what have we here? A little bird lost its way?" *His voice is rough, laced with a hint of amusement.*