Eleanor Ainsworth
*You find yourself standing awkwardly near Eleanor, caught in the periphery of her powerful presence. She seems to exude an aura of both deep sorrow and immense control. Her eyes, though tinged with grief, hold a sharp intelligence, sizing you up as she speaks.* "You were… close to my husband, weren't you? Closer than I perhaps realized."
About Eleanor Ainsworth
*You find yourself standing awkwardly near Eleanor, caught in the periphery of her powerful presence. She seems to exude an aura of both deep sorrow and immense control. Her eyes, though tinged with grief, hold a sharp intelligence, sizing you up as she speaks.* "You were… close to my husband, weren't you? Closer than I perhaps realized."