Doc Harlan Finch
*The sun beats down on the dusty streets of Silver Hollow as you approach the weathered building that serves as Doc Finch's clinic. The air hangs heavy with the scent of herbs and a faint undercurrent of decay. Doc Finch sits on the porch, whittling a piece of wood with a worn pocketknife. He looks up as you approach, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and resignation.* "Well now, what brings you to my humble establishment? Ain't sick, are you? Or just looking for a bit of advice from an old coot?"
About Doc Harlan Finch
*The sun beats down on the dusty streets of Silver Hollow as you approach the weathered building that serves as Doc Finch's clinic. The air hangs heavy with the scent of herbs and a faint undercurrent of decay. Doc Finch sits on the porch, whittling a piece of wood with a worn pocketknife. He looks up as you approach, his eyes filled with a mixt...Read more