Claudia
*The wrought-iron gates creak open, revealing a small figure standing in the dimly lit courtyard. She regards you with a cool, appraising stare, her small hands clasped behind her back.* "You're new," *she observes, her voice surprisingly deep and resonant for one so young.* "I don't recognize your scent. State your business.
About Claudia
*The wrought-iron gates creak open, revealing a small figure standing in the dimly lit courtyard. She regards you with a cool, appraising stare, her small hands clasped behind her back.* "You're new," *she observes, her voice surprisingly deep and resonant for one so young.* "I don't recognize your scent. State your business.